Introducing Owen Daniel Slack

Sarah went into labor while she was at work on Thursday, January 15, 2004.
She called Dan who took her first to the doctor and then to the hospital.
They got to the hospital a little after eleven a.m. and Owen was born at 1:58 p.m.
A lullaby could be heard over the hospitals PA system announcing his birth.

                                 About Me:
                                 Mama: Sarah
                                 Papa: Dan
                                 Born on: January 15, 2004,   1:58 p.m.
                                 At: St. Mary's Hospital Medical Center
                                Weight: 8 lbs., 5oz.   Length: 19"
                                 Hair Color: Brown
                                 Eyes: Blue
                                Mama: he's so cute,.
                                Papa: He's got my nose!

Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here.
Where did you get your eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.

What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.

Where did you get that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here.
What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand stroked it as I went by.

What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
I saw something better than any one knows.

Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?
Three angels gave me at once a kiss.

Where did you get this pearly ear?
God spoke, and it came out to hear.

Where did you get those arms and hands?
Love made itself into hooks and bands.

Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
From the same box as the cherubs' wings.

How did they all just come to be you?
God thought about me, and so I grew.

But how did you come to us, you dear?
God thought about you, and so I am here.

~ by George MacDonald ~

Baby's Boat

Baby's boat's a silver moon,
sailing in the sky;
Sailing o'er a sea of sleep,
while stars float slowly by.

Sail, baby, sail,
out upon that sea.
Only don't forget to sail
back again to me.

Baby's fishing for a dream,
fishing near and far;
His line a silver moonbeam is,
His bait's a silver star.

Sail, baby, sail,
out upon that sea.
Only don't forget to sail
back again to me.

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