There are times

There are times. There are times, like when you go for an ultrasound and you see your little baby swimming around and yawning, and clenching his fist, and then waving at you, and sticking his foot up in the air and then crossing his legs. When your husband tells the radiology tech, "Can you make my wife some copies of these pictures? Because these are mine," and tucking them in his shirt pocket. When you go out to eat to celebrate and he tells the server, "Oh would you like to see some pictures of my son?" And without waiting for an answer shows her the whole string of blurry images, pointing out the profile, the yawning mouth, and the one that shows us that he's a boy. Sitting there at the table together, and thinking about your baby and how he is really real, a little tiny person in there. When you know that along with great times there will be awful times, and victories and failures, and joy and sadness, and ordinary ordinary days, there are times. There are times when all's right with the world.