I wait with bated breath when the head crowns; there’s no going back now. One last heave, one final push, and I admire the new life, the new heartbeat. All the tender moments spent conceiving, the months carrying, and the hours delivering seem worth it—even if they don’t show on your face yet. I cut the cord, wait for the cry, and hand her to you. If your beauty could be enhanced, then it could only be thus. I notice her feet, the first steps of a lifetime. Countless moments await us; joy, worry, pride, tears, contentment. I love you.
Kanwar Plaha lives in Sydney and loves doing the "write" thing. Otherwise, he just taps a keyboard and pushes a mouse and calls it "day job."