Daniel

Daniel and his paternal grandmother. oh yeah ... that would be me!





who calls this early?

six fifteen, the phone rings. i know who it is before i answer.

it is time, they are on their way to the hospital.

twelve thirty, the phone rings ... be still my heart, too soon,
just an update.

"i am a daddy!"

my boy is a father, daniel adam has come to stay.

the hospital is in kilmarnock, a little over an hour away.
i drive, i smile, i cry, i sing. i wish that my mann
was with me, to shake his son's hand and cradle daniel in
his arms.

nikki and i meet at the maternity wing entrance. excited?
... beside ourselves!
we finally find our way to michelle's room, she
is so beautiful, surrounded by the serenity of motherhood.
adam looks so tired and yet fit to burst, his bemused,
besotted gaze embraces his wife and their first born.

ah daniel... there you are! so small, just 5lb 13 oz,
small but perfect.
michelle smiles in understanding ...
"hold him" she says.