Well, it’s been nearly a week since she arrived, but Phoebe’s here! Last Friday, December 13, Phoebe Mae joined our family, and we couldn’t be more pleased.
Since then, she’s been thoroughly adored by her big sisters and her parents, and we’ve been hibernating in that new baby sort of way (in fact, I’m writing this while snuggling with Phoebe in bed; it’s noon, and we’re both in pajamas), enjoying these days that do, in fact, pass by so quickly. (People told me that when we had our first baby, but I didn’t believe them. I believe them now.)
Many people have asked about her name, so I’ll tell you: Phoebe is mentioned at the end of Paul’s Letter to the Romans (one of our favorite books of the Bible), so like Lydia and Sarah, it’s a Biblical name. It also means “bright and shining,” which somehow seems to suit her—but maybe that’s because she’s wearing star-patterned PJs today. Mae was my grandmother’s middle name.
But let’s keep things literary: do you remember my post about writing for our kids? To celebrate this momentous event in the life of the Rosenburg family, I thought I’d share with you the celebratory book that I wrote for our daughters (you can read the whole thing, by using the dots below the photo to navigate):
