A little baby girl. I had forgotten how small and precious a newborn baby is. She came into the world underwater, her
full head of dark hair swishing back and forth between penultimate and ultimate
contractions. Once above water, she let out her first cry, one uncannily indistinguishable from a baby goat's. With each day, she sleeps a little longer and keeps her eyes open a little more. With each feeding, she thirstily races along the path of growth; these special moments to be replaced by different ones, as links of a chain slip by.