I remember the first time, the very first time I held her in my arms. It was a rainy night. The glow of pale moonlight mixed with the distant golden lights of a party hall. It felt like they all stood still, quiet and respectful: a make-believe sun and the moon, cloud-framed stars and a tree in the misty curtain of rain. It felt like the whole world was watching, waiting, shielding us from unkind eyes. And in the center of the world, there she was. I looked down and beheld her in my arms. Beheld her, really, this…wondrous being, amazing, unlike anything or anyone. And I remember thinking, magic. Magic, and the light of the sun and the moon and the stars and the rain enveloping her. Here she was, wrapped in the universe. And in my arms. How? How could I be so lucky?