Friday, January 28, 2011
So on January 27th, 2011, after months of pain and stress and worry and love and tears and frantic phone calls and hope and hushed expectations, while it snowed outside and cars drove home from Akron and workers went home and college kids did laundry and planes flew in the sky and plows cleared the roads, Marty and Rebecca found their girls. It took a very long time, but they called them home, and they came, like good little girls, knowing when it was time to come in from the snow.
And when he came back from seeing them in the space age little nests they slept in, tiny little chicks curled up in newness, bodies just unpacked and unwinding, Snow Pea and Snow Angel, Big Baby and Little Baby, clenching their little fingers tight and fighting already against the wires little soldiers, his face was this glow of "fantastic" and he had the look of a man whose head had been filled with light.
And now! A new family! A thing created triumphant! And nothing can ever be ugly again, not really.