Welcome, Cainen

Early this morning I received one of the most memorable phone calls of my life. It was Aroea. "Good morning, Auntie Nicole," she whispered. I immediately started jumping up and down (in true five-year-old fashion) at the news of the birth of her son, Cainen Knight, at 2:00 this morning. I was surprised that Aroea herself called me, far more calm and relaxed than I would be, giving me the details of the rigourous past 24 hours that culminated in the arrival of Cainen. I couldn't help but be a little tearful at the thought of this new little guy, born to such amazing friends like Aroea and Kevin. What a beautiful birthday present! I'm very sad that I'm not in Cedar Rapids this weekend, that I can't go to the hospital to meet him, but I know I can be patient, and that the opportunity will come soon enough. How surreal. Aroea and Kevin are now Mom and Dad, and nothing will be the same for them again. Back in April I felt him (then referred to as Baby Napoleon) kick. And now he's here. Everything went so well. What a blessing...