The concert ended late and we lingered catching up with our old friends. By the time we caught our train home it was past midnight. And by the time the train dropped us off at our connecting station, there were no more trains. So that's how we ended up lounging at an abandoned train station waiting for friends to come pick us up. I stretched out on a bench. Mark got comfy on the sidewalk beside me. Light glowed from the windows of the hospital across the parking lot. We gazed at the stars.
Turns out, that very day, a baby was born in that very hospital. And tomorrow, that baby is coming to our house.
You know the drill: Who knows what will happen. Maybe she'll go to her grandma's house in a few days. Maybe she'll stay with us forever. But either way, we like how the stars aligned so that we were nearby on the day she was born.