Growing up my Dad would always say that the greatest miracle of all is birth – the beginning of life. I remember him saying that one day I would understand what that really meant.
We had James, and I thought I understood it.
We had Michael, and had a scare during delivery, and I thought I really understood it.
We had Gabrielle, and I think I really understand.
Like the layers of an onion, so the Eastern metaphor goes, you can peel and peel and peel and get closer and closer to the truth.
And right when you think you have the secret in your hand, you realize that the core can be peeled too so that there's nothing left in your hand.
Except the whole universe.
And that's kind of what miracles and life are like.
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