so deep, so wide

when i walk up the road to my house at night, it is back lit by a dark blanket full of stars, interrupted only by the outlines of tree branches.

i came home tonight, the taste of red wine and laughter mingling in my mouth, to a small red flashing light on my phone, and a message that has reduced me to tears of the good variety:

chole, four fifty seven in the afternoon. six pounds, six ounce, twenty inches and dark hair.