Today I feel like I have two hearts. One is full to the brim with joy and love and pride in my sister and her little Boden, who arrived eleven days early this morning at 5:55 am after just three pushes- so ready to join the world and our family. (Spherey was delivered with great fanfare.) I hope he'll forgive me posting this particular photo. It's just that his mommy makes this face all the time, so it's one I know and love!
The other is broken. I called to give the good news to my grandfather, who graduated from Tech in 1939, and he told us of the horrible events unfolding in Blacksburg. There was panic while we waited for news of my cousin, who is a senior there studying aerospace engineering. And when our panic was relieved, there was still such heaviness, lightened only- and I must say, quite effectively- by the baby's cries, his tiny hands, his early nursing gusto.
T, we love you and are so thankful you are safe. Bodie, welcome. My heart is so full of contradictions today, but even so, it is not confused. This world is not safe, and nothing is sure. We have to raise each other up- it's the only way that works.