Just fifteen minutes after posting this, I stood up to head downstairs to update my husband, and my water broke. Two and half hours later, Gabriel, our sixth, made his grand entrance via water birth into our family, into this wonderful world. All the waiting, the timing, the longing met together in the perfect pitch of a newborn cry and glimpses of gold-red hair and daddy's chin laid upon my chest. So few pictures of those early moments together only three of us, swimming deep in emotion. But then some moments are meant just to be lived, releasing slowly their intense warmth to brand the image into hearts of flesh.
Even now as he roots around and coos, he melts me in ways I can't, won't ever be able to tap out into words. They've all done that. Undone me. Unraveled my tense, closed off places, leaving a string trail back to these precious times. I take a deep breath of newbornness and know that the scent of heaven, of new birth is all over these days.