Spring
I am bone-tired. May is a month notorious for weariness only to be outdone by its calendar mate, December. School projects, end of the year concerts, even the natural world is abuzz with busy plans full of pollen and blossoms. And don't forget the babies! I hear their tiny chirps from branches in trees and see them following their mothers through the fields. At my place of employment, I dry the newness from their bodies and place them skin to skin against their mother's hearts. Living in a house full of female love, I am asked the minute I walk through the door to describe the chubby characteristics of my latest patients. Spring is a beautiful type of busy as miracles abound abundantly. Hope fills the air as new life is everywhere. To compound this busy time, sleeping just a few hours yesterday after a night shift, my phone made that buzzing noise again, and I checked it...because... don't forget the babies! They were still coming and filling almo...