Today I heard one of the most joyous sounds known to man--
--the thumping washing-machine sound of a nine-week-old heart beating.
I was fortunate to be invited to daughter Em's ultrasound.
Only nine weeks and a tiny heart has already started the journey that will cause it to beat for the next seventy or eighty years, second-by-second, without fail.
Through the miracle of the ultrasound screen, I witnessed the rapid thump in the baby's chest, blinking like a lighthouse beam, and drawing our eyes toward the miracle that we call life.
Only the size of a grape, and already I love it.