There was a full moon as the year 1999 was coming to an end. It was the largest moon ever seen, dominating the night sky, not to be ignored. The light from the sun that bounced off of the heavenly body onto the earth illuminated bare trees and frosty roadways. The air was still and crisp. We were all waiting.
The estimated time of arrival had come and gone. The family had gathered for Christmas celebrations from scattered points of origin, some driving, some flying. There was laughter and gift giving, all done with a presence in our midst of something new, an underlying feeling of incredible happiness and excitement, with just a tinge of worry. The wait continued as the moon provided the backdrop.
And then, it began. It was the middle of the night. The carefully thought out preparations fell into place. We go there, you stay here, we do this, you do that. There was a knock at the door. “You go on”, he said, “I will hold the fort”. He was an angel sent from above for which I will always be eternally grateful. I went.
More waiting, with a group that shared in the celebration, a group whose DNA was shared by him for whom we waited. There was joking and chatting while a few feet away, behind a closed door, important processes were in motion. There was a startling outcry from the room that shattered the jovial mood. There was fear that cannot be expressed, the moment lasted for what seemed an eternity. But then the door opened and carried in loving arms was the new addition, the bundle of joy, ready to meet us. The tears flowed freely and the release that comes from this most miraculous of human events filled the halls with gladness.