A child was born. While darkness visited our world, a small light began to shine. It was her first, and the process was a long one. Labor can be such a pain, but one that is forgotten quickly. She did her best to be brave, to hold on to her lover's arm when the contractions began. Hours went by while they waited, and she would breath, crying between breaths. This was new to both of them.
I just saw her yesterday, still round and ready to begin her journey into motherhood.
Today she is a mother. Things will be different from here forward.