Death, Life and the Bated Breath In-Between

My best friend's grandmother died at about Midnight on Thursday, just about an hour before our La-la went into labor.

I watched our beautiful niece come into the world after 29 hours of labor, mucked-up epidurals (two!), power outtages and extraordinary will.

Her beautiful cherry red lips and jet black are the true combination of her Slovak-Mexican parents. We're naming her Little Thing in this blog from today on, although her real name is so beautiful and suits her so well.

New life and old death...just yet another example of God's relentless pursuit of balance in our lives.