While the streets sleep...

I love home births. Especially ones that happen at night. It's like magic. Or like a really big secret that selects few participators and leaves the rest to sleep. The streets are always so quiet and have an eeriness about them, but we know the secret. There's a miracle happening in the quiet dark, a baby's first cry. Ahhh, I love it. Welcome to the world, sweet baby Josh. :)

{this cracks me up...}