And The Winner Is

For anyone who still may not know, the verdict is rendered.

The test came Friday, the results Saturday with a tucked envelope and a greeting card that spoke mouthfuls without the first word. All based on a tiny picture of someone not yet born. Amazing in its simplicity and yet still its ability to draw families and friends together like little else, that anticipated image held almost every breath present.

And what a present it was. Boy or girl, two parents were exceedingly happy just to have a child entrusted by God. Each with their own challenges and triumphs, this revelation was one of knowing what joys lie ahead more than hoping for anything above another. But it had to be only one. And it was.

The gold sticker pulled from its grip. Both envelopes--one stuffed within the other to hide any sign of what shown beneath--peeled back and there was the color that introduced a coming child to the world.

I am no more a father today than I was a week or month ago. It only seems so, knowing a little more of what I know. There will not come a time when I forget the feeling of opening that card, and just how much I already loved my new child. I hope he always realizes it.