This is what we do.
Treska and I drove into a birth one late night this weekend. We were meeting Joan. We had already had a birth in the morning that day and were looking forward to another one. My SUV was quiet, the moon was the largest I had ever seen it. Rising above the mountains. I took photos from our driveway – but they didn’t quite turn out….so I will spare you.
Treska put on the music and we drove in through our sleepy town. Dark with sparkly lights in the plaza. The galleries were lit up to showcase our town full of art. Full of artists. Life artists too!
She looked at me, her eyes still sleepy, her scarf making her look warm and cozy. She said, “Mom, Can you believe this is what we do? We get up in the middle of the night and we drive to a birth? A birth? We’re so lucky. We really are. Can you believe we are driving in to a birth together?”
We are. So lucky.