I stood on the ledge by the glass viewing area. Wrapped in a blue and white swaddle cloth lay the newest member of my family. Surrounded by wide eyed children and happy grandparents, I got to participate in the miracle that is childbirth and new life.
As we looked gentle on the hours old baby trying to match his features with his genetic relations, my eyes strayed to my little ones. Their eyes grew wide each time they saw him up close. “My brother” said Ammani a hint of possessiveness creeping into her voice. I affirmed what she said sending a tiny prayer heavenward for the little blessings in life.
On the drive home we were all lost in our own thoughts. Mine flitted from the joyousness of the day to wonderment that is the beginning of new life.