dakota

I spoke with Jill yesterday, who was agonizing over being three days late with the birth of her daughter. Walking wasn't inducing labor. Next, she was going to take an ATV ride to bounce her out. Luckily, her neighbors would neither babysit her son nor give her the keys to the quad.

This morning she told me she was going to dance. The only music she could find was Grateful Dead, which is fine, since she's a die-hard Deadhead.

About six this evening her time, she called to tell me the dancing worked. Then about three or four hours later, her husband called with the news: Dakota Rose has arrived. They called me so soon after that they didn't yet know her weight. I'm honored by that. I'm really sad that I missed meeting her. I would have loved to be by Jill's side for the ordeal.

Welcome, Dakota Rose. You have an amazing resilient mother, a devoted and loving father, and the most wonderful brother anyone could imagine. May your days here be filled with the love of your family, the beauty of all that is made, and the company of wise guiding spirits.