Today's 100 words:
The sun was like this the day you were born--warm and welcoming, really an anomaly here, where February usually seems so cold and gray. Of course when I woke that morning, I didn't know how special the day would be, how surreal--and frightening--it was to hear my doctor say, "Go to the hospital. It's time." Then hours later as you lay on my chest and looked at me with those eyes so like my dad's--that was the happiest I'd ever felt, my heart swelling, my mind unable to comprehend that you, perfect you, were actually mine.