I shushed them and stood a bit longer, catching a whiff of smoke from the chimney, for it was a cool night and Magdalena had a small fire lit for the chill. Suddenly, without me entering the clearing, Magdalena stood. I could wait no longer and ran to her. In the half light of the moon and the candlelight we embraced, not as tightly as we once could have, but with just as much ardor and love. Magdalena and I let go of each other, both of us a bit embarressed, for we had forgotten the world and those around us, and we welcomed our guests into the cabin.
Dies is deine Tag.
This is your day. For on this day, I embrace you as a soon to be mother. Malcolm and Davey on the porch, Andrew in his usual place beside the small fire, and I, well, I slept once more in my place with my wife, the mother to be of my child on this day, the 13th of May. Before dozing off in each others' arms, I asked my Magdalena if our friend Andrew the artist could be godfather to this child. A nod of her head made the decision complete.