Today my heart’s somewhere in Utah where a brave young woman I’ve never met will bring my niece into the world.
My precious sister–she of my first best friendship (by which I have measured all other friendships)–and her husband will welcome their daughter.
They will greet her with tears of delight and fulfillment. They will hold her, filled with awe at this tiny delicate person entrusted to them.
She is their child.
The child of their hearts and prayers.
Planned, created, and timed by God.
She’s a gift.
She’s a grace.