I had the great privilege of meeting her today - at the fine age of 36ish hours old. I've not ever enjoyed meeting someone else's baby quite so much...nor have I ever shed so many tears of joy for another family.
Mom Becky and I were very close during high school. Honestly, I don't remember when we first met, only that we bonded through countless rabbit shows and the happy coincidence of shared church camps. Although we lived well over an hour apart, our mothers helped us to spend as much time together as we wanted. Becky was the very best girlfriend that I had during those tough years, and I'm delighted that we are reconnecting now.
Becky and her husband Rick have been waiting for this little bundle of joy for a very, very long time. Their story really isn't mine to tell, but I will say that this particular baby truly deserves to be called a miracle. She's a reminder that sometimes wonderful things happen when we least expect them, and that we should never give up on hope.