You and Arthur sat by the campfire, the flames illuminating Horse Shoe Overlook. You cradled your three day old daughter to your chest protectively.

You asked Arthur, who’d been sitting beside you on the log looking over at you both in awe, if he’d like to hold her. Arthur looked up at you, returning your calm expression with a worried one.

“I don’t know how to hold her,” Arthur replied, looking genuinely nervous.