When the doctor announced you were a boy and gently laid you on my chest I didn't know at the time that you would be my last. When you wrapped your little hand around my finger and our eyes met for the first time I had no idea that it would be the last time I experienced a bond so new.

"Sometimes we leave, and sometimes we are left. Either way, we will be okay."

When that Yes happens, we open our arms to life as it appears and disappears, moment to moment. We fall back into the larger aliveness that we already are, out of range of the ego's dictates and need for control