welcome

I had the awesome chance to meet my new foster nephew today. He was born on April 10 and is absolutely gorgeous. He is so perfect that he looks like a doll. His fingers and toes are long and delicate, like a baby bird's bones. My brother and sister-in-law have quickly and naturally fallen into parenthood and seen totally at ease and calm with the whole thing. Not only is the birth of a baby miraculous, but the birth of a family is also nothing short of a miracle. Two adults learn the fundamental joy and stretch of sacrifice and being tired in their bones. A baby learns a language and trust and love. But the blending of these three people - and maybe one day, a fourth and fifth - is a thing of beauty. Soon they'll look back and wonder what they did before he was in their lives. I have three young boys, and that has been the case with each one. It feels so right and sure that it doesn't seem possible that we were ever without them. Maybe they were in our hearts all along, and now they're just on the outside. So maybe that's why it feels so normal and forever. I love the warmth and love we've welcomed the birth of this family with. The baby feels loved, but his parents see a tangible expression of our love and care for them. We've welcomed a whole new adventure.