It started when you woke up in the middle of the night, the feeling you’ve been waiting for, for months. The baby was coming. You leaned in, whispering in Spencer’s ear

“I think it’s time.”

You heard the cry of the baby after hours of labor. They checked the babies heart, her heart measuring in mountains, falling and climbing. ‘She’s okay.. we’re okay..’ Spencer repeated to himself. When she drew her first breath, he learned what love meant. In his heart, reconciled all the darkness and light inside his chest.

He looked down at you lovingly, his hand brushing over your forehead and moving hair from your face.

“She’s perfect.” he whispered “Beautiful, just like her mother.”