Big sister and big brother, ages 5 and 3 respectively, walked down the corridor of the maternity wing. Tucked behind the glass window where the nurses cared for the newborns, their younger brother, all of three hours old, awaited their arrival.
When they reached the glass window, the two tip-toed and used the window ledge to pull themselves higher.
I pointed to the baby nearest the window.
“There’s your baby brother! That’s Brian!”
The three-year-old’s eyes grew wide. He gazed at his little brother, in awe of this tiny being that for the past nine months had been a mysterious bump in his mother’s belly.
His voice filled with equal parts excitement and wonderment, he simply exclaimed: “WOW!”
I couldn’t have said it better myself.