In my job at the school for autistic children, with just a couple of exceptions, my colleagues are twenty-something and thirty-something females, and there is some unwritten rule that there must be at least two pregnant teachers at all times. Right now we're expecting a boy in October and a surprise in December. So come the end of September, there should be another announcement of expectancy.
When I worked at the hospital last weekend, I stopped in at the maternity floor to visit the daughter of a friend and her daughter, the latter being approximately twenty-three hours old. My arms were straining to pick her up.
I wrote earlier about the family member whose miracle twins are due in ten days (I say four); there's another sweet family member with a little girl coming also in October. And just this week I learned of a long-awaited adoption that will happen in the near future.
I know I have my Alaska story to finish. And there are a couple of other blog posts stirring around in my head. But today I just needed to pause and reflect -- there is new life and potential new life surrounding me. I feel blessed.