Right now at this very minute I am sitting in a Maternity floor waiting room at the Hospital.
My middle child is having her first. Not here yet. But they say as soon as an hour and maybe a few hours. This beautiful woman has wanted a real child as long as I remember. Even as a teenager she was begging folks to babysit. And asking me why she couldn’t have her own. Waiting for the perfect man took some time. She will be 30 in a few months. And this little angel, her son is coming non too soon. My eyes are wet as I write this blog with deep gratitude that she has fulfilled her dream thus far. Nothing is ever easy for her. Between endometriosis and other problems she is always tested. But like my other daughter complaints are limited to extreme cases. Like all three of my children I love her dearly. I look forward to her snuggling her son. Watching that bond between a Mother and a child that we men will never, ever relate to.
Ironically when I received the call tonight from her husband that she was ready (finally) to actually start the birthing process, I was photographing a brand new born Pronghorn at Antelope Island. Watching the mother pronghorn clean the newborn and nurse it took my thoughts to my daughter. Then the call came…..speeding? Me Speed? No way!!!!
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