I am a man that knows how to string together a sentence; I base much of my self-worth on my ability to communicate ideas and feelings in compelling ways. But I am without words on this one.
My daughter, Abigail, was born on Tuesday night, 8 lbs 7 oz, bright and screaming and beautiful as the rising sun. I watched her mother deliver her into the world. I am deeply, profoundly changed for the experience in a way that I never thought could be possible.