And Happy Birthday to Preston Giles. My nephew was born this morning at 10:43. He was less than 7 pounds, so, pretty small compared to my last four which were all over 8. My sister was nice enough to have him on a quiet weekend when we had nothing else planned, so John told me to get in the car and see that baby. He didn't need to ask twice. So, I hopped in our 17 year old van with 243,000 miles and drove to Dalton. And it was wonderful to hold that sweet, squishy, newborn. Congratulations Lori, Shawn, and Ben.
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