I remember moments in our labor, of love, in those hours of-- awakening, transformation-- birth. I remember, the energy coming into my body. Contraction. Expansion, and you traveled down. I travailed. I remember, pushing, striving for your perfection. It was so big, in those moments I remember, praying, saying-- "Oh my goodness, oh my goodness."

Now you are in my arms, at my breast, and you are Goodness. Goodness, twice your original size, and my love. Well, my love has grown exponentially. There are no words, just as with those final pushes my vocalization was not projected in word but sound... This love is just too big for words.

And in my inner travail each day my prayer is, to see each person I encounter in my life the same way I see you. Because baby, if I could do that the world would be changed. You have taught me that. You are a radical.