Welcome to the world, my new niece Mia. Three and a half weeks early, five pounds, fourteen ounces, pink and perfect. My sister says she wasn't feeling well this morning, but didn't think she'd be having a baby today. By about four thirty, she'd decided maybe she was wrong. When she arrived at the hospital, no one thought it was really going to happen today - until they did a few tests and realized there was no stopping this kid. She was being born.

I guess she really wanted a February birthday.

Funny how the petty things in life pile up around us, obscuring the important things until they leap up and grab our attention. There's a new person in the world today. And I think it's a better place for it.