A Child is Born

Walking in the Woods © 2014 Bo Mackison

Grace and I walk early on the morning of your birth day.

A few siskins chitter, hidden high in the pine trees, but raindrops patter their song with greater insistence.

The skies, gray for days, remain the color of slate. The winds are silent, though.

Our walk in the neighborhood woods is quiet, peaceful; I hold great hope as I await your birth.

Anticipation. Wonder. The most common is the most exquisite, the ultimate in miracles.

We know you are on your way, making ready your entrance into this unknown world.
And though we have yet to meet, the love that connects is deep and wide.

The day passes, a few messages.
Slow progress, discussions continue throughout the day –
keep going, change procedures, or move to the OR for a C-section.

Whitaker Reid © 2014 Grandma Bo

Finally, good progress in early evening
and on December 23, 2014 at 6:25 pm
this wee one, Whitaker Reid, arrives,
almost a month early.

Weighing in at 5 pounds, 4 ounces,
hello, grandson.
Welcome to the world.