The Spirit of the Stairwell

Nothing much happened today.

Oh, except this …

See that? That’s the first picture ever of my new nephew or niece.

The very first.

And I know this life is packed with everyday miracles and one more baby isn’t going to be front page news or anything.

But wow.

How often do you see a picture of a stranger and know instantly that person is going to be pivotal to your life from that moment on?

Not very often.

The hospital has dubbed him or her “Baby Flint” but they’re also half Mead, they could have my Nanna’s smile or my Poppas’ sense of humour or my Dad’s singing voice. Baby Flint is this amazing genetic lottery and we have no idea what traits, talents or features will win out.

A whole new person growing, changing, consolidating by the second. Making its way from probabilities to certainties.

Congratulations, Caroline and Matt, you are both phenomenal people and will make parents of the very highest order.

Things won’t ever be the same now.

I can’t wait.