Last week, my sister shared an unexpected bit of news. It was not as solid as I preferred it to have been, so I decided to wait until something official was produced. This morning, a small beacon of something like hope caught my radar a bit far off in the distance. It was faint, but definitely, undeniably there. And, like a lost sailor unable to find words powerful enough to express the miracle of being found, I shall let this image do the mirthful shouting for me:
Six weeks, and it already has a heartbeat. What made me even happier was, according to my sister, her doctor said she's due on the 29th of June -- my birthday! Of course it's only an estimate, give or take a couple of weeks, but still! By my 27th birthday, I will be an uncle. :-)
