Sometimes you are totally stressed beyond any stress you’ve ever felt every before. Things seem to be crashing down around you, tension abounds, and life just isn’t cooperating in any sort of way. Curses are used. Tears are shed. Fists are shaken. Wine is consumed.

And then, just when you really need it, the universe gives you a gimme–just a teeny little cosmic chuck on the shoulder as if to say yo mama, chin up.

Sage started walking. It’s a happy thing. A very happy thing.

It’s getting harder to call her “the baby.”