It may be April Fool's Day, it may be the beginning of the A to Z Challenge, but in my world it is, and always will be, a sweet reminder of a mystic morning 17 years ago. Even the light seemed different in those moments, spring sunshine filtering through closed blinds, spilling magic into what otherwise would be a banal hospital room. Bird song drifted through an open window. Nurse Ginny's zen eased me through the mother's work – work as old and as mysterious and inevitable as time.
When this picture was taken I held you in my arms for the first time, dear Angus, and even though my hair was messy and my face was flushed, it is one of my favourite photographs. In it I see a beautiful baby boy, my son, and a girl who suddenly understood the meaning of love.