... every time I think of Deva... it is a feeling of intense light that floods me with unconditional love for life itself.
One day, we woke up and my brother was missing. When we finally listened to the voice mail, we heard her crying his name softly and him saying he was on his way. She sounded terrified.
So to say he was proud would have been an understatement!!
Sometimes we do get the honor of being with a woman during the birth of her child. It is one of those magic moments that you wait for, a light in the dark.