I’m in a hospital waiting room.

Waiting.

I’m waiting for the arrival of a baby.  Waiting for new life to enter this world.  Waiting for a miracle.

I marvel at the fact that in just hours a new little person—a person with her own unmatched personality, her own distinct characteristics, her own precious features—will enter this world.  She will suddenly take her first breath, followed by another, then another…and so her life, apart from her mama’s womb, will begin.

Her parents will gaze upon the face of their only child for the first time and their hearts will fill with a love that they never knew existed until that moment…a love that will stretch them in ways they never imagined but inexplicably move them in ways they never thought possible.

All the anticipation.  All the excitement.  All the fear.  All the unknown.  So many emotions suddenly culminate and commence in that one first breath, that first breath of life.

Having my world rocked by death leaves me all the more in awe of life.

An absolute miracle.

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