i went to the hospital tonight to visit a friend and found myself in the elevator with a giddy and excited family. i could instantly tell someone they love just had a baby because they were discussing the new arrival’s name, emma isabella. one woman decided she was calling her izzy and another chose emma bella.
as i walked out with a smile on my face, i thought about the strange experience of being in a hospital. emotions are so extreme. if you look around, you notice that everyone’s facial expressions are either incredibly joyful or very, very sad. it’s truly a place where life and death are happening at every moment, often times right next door to each other. i suppose we all know in the back of our heads that we’re likely to have both experiences at one point or another. maybe that’s what makes the celebrations all the more wonderful?
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