I went to visit some friends and their newborn (read: 5 days old, ~7 weeks premature) twin girls last night. Everyone’s doing really well and the girls are quickly becoming stronger and more animated. The whole thing has been a fascinating experience for me – they are both wondrous creations, each embodying so much potential and possibility. Tiny hands with so much articulation and detail already. So small and soft, yet so alive and vibrant.

The title refers to their Dad, who’s still grinning from ear to ear. The eldest (by 18 minutes), Christina, is doing really well. Hopefully by now Alysha’s feeding tube will have been removed, which would mean a lot more close getting-to-know-you time with her parents.

How could creation ever be, at even the remotest possibility, the direct result of a large combustion?