Perfect Day: It was a day filled with the glow of ordinary things & we passed them quietly from hand to hand for a long time & someone said she had picked a perfect day to be born & I think all of us felt the same.
She came into the world on a Tuesday afternoon, right on time. Her parents encountered no greater obstacle during their ride to the hospital than a slight drizzle of rain. She took her first breath in a sterilized room populated by a doctor, two nurses and her mom and dad.
She immediately screamed from the shock of it all.
She did not scream for long, though, because there were arms to welcome her and familiar voices to greet her. It was any given Tuesday, so in the universe beyond that sterile room there were surely disasters and hijinks and miracles and losses.
But in that room, on the day she was born, there was only the magic of the perfectly ordinary.