Oil on Wood
I watched the sunrise from my bedroom early this morning, anxiously awaiting word from the East Coast.
There was a pool of white light on the water so bright, so startling, and so beautiful, I couldn't help thinking it was sent by our loved ones from the Great Beyond signaling their participation in this momentous occasion.
Then the call came.
"We have Baby."
"Everything is Perfect."
And everything is right with the world.