She made her grand entrance probably in the same messy manner as he had years before and probably just as her mother had; loud, naked, and unabashed. He fell in love with her as soon as he saw her; a bundle of arms and legs and pink skin.
He didn’t understand the excruciating warmth that welled up inside him, but he knew the hot tears that ran down his cheeks, so he held himself and he wept.
Life had been cruel. Nobody seemed to understand him, so in pain and frustration he had lashed out. They made him pay for that moment of anger, but now, suddenly, none of it mattered. All that mattered was screaming and kicking as the doctor held her up. It became profoundly clear that he was finally on the right track.

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