Dearest Tes,
I can’t keep it in any longer! It’s a boy! He’s a boy! Michael! Michael Rowan! Born the 1st of July, 1865; Golden haired and blue eyed, and just the most angelic thing you will ever have seen! I’m in Heaven, Tesni. I have seen the face of God.
Now that I’ve sufficiently gushed, I need you here, in Argostine. I’ve named you Michael's godmother. I know it doesn’t mean much to you, but it would mean the world to me if you could be here for his first showing on Sunday. I miss you so, and this is certainly a good excuse to shove in the faces of those taskmasters of yours. You deserve a holiday in the country anyway! Besides, there’s someone here I’d like you to meet...
Oh, can’t you tell I’m drawing at straws? Whatever you choose, you will still always be my big sister… and now you will always have a nephew to spoil!
Send your reply forthwith (so’s I know to make up a room for you or not!)
With love and deepest affection,
Anwen
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