Dear Ellie,
Oh, I forgot to mention yesterday that we saw both of your eyes open! Not a lot, by the way, just two groggy, little black orbs through slits in your eye lids. What was strange was that instead of me looking down at you, I saw it through your eyes, looking up at us. And what did I see? Well, my wish to perceive things in a romanticized way was overruled by my impulse to see things rationally. I know that your eyes and occipital lobe are too undeveloped to see much more than vague hues of light. So no, I didn't see the smiling faces of your mother and I. Instead, when you peeked into the world, it looked like a burst of light through the fog.
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