Hands down, the most joyous moment in my life was the birth of my granddaughter, Anah. She is not my first grandchild nor my last, but she is my favorite. Yeah I know I'm not supposed to have a favorite, but I do.
Her mother lived with my husband and I during her pregnancy. I have 3 other daughters but Anah's mother,Erin,is my husband's only biological offspring. Anah's father, a handsome, intelligent man from Trinidad/Tobago had sadly proved far too many times he was not father material, so he was absent.
Erin still had horses and everyday that whole winter long, she fed the horses and then walked the perimeter of the farm. She was determined to be in good shape when delivery time rolled around.
And she was. Labor was as it is, painful, but not overly long. Having a few connections at the hospital is not a bad thing. We had the room filled with women. Even her doctor was a girl.
Anah emerged, eyes wide and so deep. Everyone gasped in unison. The vibe in that room opened all our hearts as we welcomed this beautiful soul into out family. With trembling hand I took the proffered scissors, snipped the cord and separated her from her mother.