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The newest member of the family

My cousin went into labor and, via c-section, delivered a 7lb, 13oz redhead named Joseph Walker. Today's one day shy of the scheduled c-section. He's a big strong boy, which will serve him well as he progresses through the upcoming days and weeks. He has heart surgery scheduled for Friday—one of at least three surgeries he'll undergo before age 2—to repair his damaged ticker. He has what is known in the medical community as Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome (HLHS).

So now Jackson has a baby brother; his parents and Joseph have a long road ahead. They need all the help they can get, with prayers, positive thoughts and energy, or whatever sort of meditation you do to whatever higher power and faith you embrace. They'll keep us all updated on Baby Joseph's web site.

We love you Kerry. You're such a strong woman and wonderful mom. You're all in our thoughts and hearts—and we'd all beat ours for him if we could. Welcome to the family and to the world Joseph Walker. Stay tough little man. We're so happy you're here!

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