As I sit pondering the year and the future, I hold my child and kiss her lightly on the cheek as she rests in my arms after what apparently was a very satiating meal from my breast and realize what a miracle she really is. It’s not that I haven’t realized this since the moment she was born and placed on my chest, with two very large eyes gazing at me and around the space all new to her, but it really hit me today. Her skin was made from our skin….and it’s the softest skin in the world. Being Winter, my hands have been so dry, I hate to touch her for fear of rubbing fingers like sand paper against her soft new skin. What a miracle babies are...and thus, we all are such miracles. How cells know to create each small detail on the body to make it run for years to come. But with the birth of each new child we are reminded of the precious life we are, that we created, that we should honor each day.