I went to meet a little miracle today. Don't you think that's what a new life is? That a woman can grow, divide and multiply cells in her own body and then produce something as perfect as these ten little toes is truly miraculous I think. (Of course, the Dad needs credit too!)
The mother of these particular ten toes is one of my oldest friends. The same age, we met when we began boarding school together 26 years ago.
Ordinarily I don't visit people in hospital when they've had a baby: to me it is a sacred time for the family unit to rest and grow used to having their new baby in the world. Being born is a big day's work, and entering the bright, noisy baffling world must be overwhelming after the cosy cocoon of the womb.
With Penny, staying away just wasn't an option. Holding her beautiful little boy in my arms and wooing him off to sleep deepens our already-deep circle of friendship. This woman has been a rock for me in some of my hardest days. We have laughed and talked our way through 26 years. Spending time in the bubble of safety, love and happiness she and Jeff have made was beautiful: a gift. A chance to step into the circle that a close family creates.
We talked about some ordinary things, but laying over it all was the knowledge that a new life has been safely delivered into the world.
Welcome little man. I can't wait to see where these toes take you.