New life is a baby.

This is my friend Lexi's baby, Moxie. She is a little over one-day-old in this picture. She is beautiful; she is a pretty baby.
I didn't know that babies opened my heart.
I learned all of life, for a moment, is not getting closer to death. The moment of birth is the start of deterioration. For a split second in the hospital room, though, there was only life. It was breathtaking.
Sometimes we witness great losses of life. Through the eyes' of others, I saw a car accident that took away four lives, only 17-and 18-years lived.
Then, all of a sudden, a week later, new life was given to Lexi, to you, to me, to all of us.
We are part of a circle we cannot escape. Even though I find it hard to adjust to, I love witnessing what makes us alive.
While her life cannot justify death or replace other human lives', she is a continuation of life, of this story we are writing.
Lexi is only 17-years-old. But this baby might have saved her life. So, in a way, Moxie added a life and saved a life.
Lexi sent me a text this morning.
I love it: "I have a picture of everyday she's alive!:)" she said.