I'm sitting in the new nursery that we built for any infants. At least now I can have a breather and spend time with my daughter. Nothing seems more pressing than dancing around the room with Della, then reading her a story, then singing her one of Wendigo Will's current favorites, "Baby Mine" by Bette Midler from Beaches.
One song turns into three, and finally, Della shows signs of sleepiness. Her big yawn is a dead giveaway. At last, she falls asleep in my arms.
For several minutes, I sit in the rocking chair hand carved and painted in Asgard--yes, that is another furniture donation from our Valhallan friends and colleagues. Back and forth, back and forth, I rock Della. The center of my world is right here.
