The anticipation ebbs and exits with the tide; when they are finally here it is our beautiful duty to have our eyes land on them for hour after hour, filling the minutes inside of these hours nourishing their bodies from our own. Miracle. Honor. Joy. Their presence allows us to believe in magic as though we are four again, screaming at the universe to do it again, again, belief and possibility without limits. This is so much more than little perfect toes and a seven pound swaddle. There’s magic in that cocoon.