The Truth about William

If I could rewind that moment everything would be softer than home, crispy sheets, coffee sitting in the sunshine.  Light, fresh air, warmth, and comfort would replace the sterile smell of the hospital, erase the inexperienced nurse. I would scoop him up right away when I saw how stunned he was by being born. I would hold his warm skin next to mine and listen to his heart struggle to beat, giving it my rhythm to learn from. Then we would sleep feeling sure of our world — letting all that lay ahead of us lie flat in the palm of whatever held us at that moment.