A Baby

A friend of mine had a baby last week. She gave birth to 9 pounds of beautiful girl. Baby L. is healthy and happy and perfect. I saw her today for the first time. And for the first time since Sarah died, I held a baby. I was so excited, I forgot to be scared. I didn't worry that anything would happen to her simply because I was near by. I just picked her up and held her. Once I did, the tears came. I cried for Sarah who should be on her way. And I cried for L. tears of joy that she's here and safe and healthy. I'm still sad for Sarah, but in her absence each new life has taken on a greater joy and a sense of hope. I was grateful just to be close to it.