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She's beautiful.
A miniature of her mother in the way Seth had been a miniature of himself, Emily has wisps of blonde hair and big blue eyes that watch his every move.
He never did think he'd see the day he'd have a baby girl.
He wonders if he'll be able to adjust.
For years now, it's been "the boys," "my boys," "the Cohen's boys." Never once did it occur to him that a Cohen girl could fit into the picture.
But looking back into her eyes as she wriggles slightly in her tiny pink blanket, he welcomes the change and the challenge.
He pictures his future:
One-year-old Emily taking her first steps, speaking her first words. He hopes it's dada, but if she follows in Seth's footsteps, her first word will be TV.
Three-year-old Emily cuddling with him on the couch in front of an old home video, jumping up excitedly when one of her brothers comes home for a surprise visit from college.
Five-year-old Emily babbling excitedly about her first day of Kindergarten at a family dinner, explaining how, even though Mommy and Daddy cried, she didn't, and how she made friends with a little boy named Joshua.
Thirteen-year-old Emily being Bat Mitzvahed, never once mentioning how she always whined about having to go to lessons.
He stops envisioning the future when he feels her tiny fist close around his finger and he comes back down to the here and now.
In that moment, he realizes he's come out on top: A beautiful wife, two great sons, and a tiny, perfect daughter.
With all he's been through, Sandy realizes, he wins.
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