where do babies come from?

I'm just back from a feast.
Two of my cousins are in the snow plowing business. The big meal was to be at their parents' house, so on Wednesday when the forecast called for Thursday snow showers, my aunt moved Thanksgiving.
The older of the cousin brothers, Phillip (24 yesterday), is married with 11-month-old twins. Besides the food, those kiddos stole the day. The cameras were trained on them, tottering on unsteady knees, eyes soaking in worlds of information, little gummy smiles and wispy hair. They wore matching plaid onesies and shiny black shoes. Picking up Abigail, a little smaller than her brother Phillip Jr, and feeling her heft and motion against my chest, I started to enjoy babies. To tell you the truth, I had never been very interested in babies before these two came along. But these are hitting close to home.
It's an appropriate time. I was thinking just the other night about the miracle of life--about how people, and all the mind and personality they are, can just start to exist at a certain point in time. Something infinite springs to life out natural matter. How does that happen?
When I thought about this aloud, my cousin Adam laughed and offered to explain the process. That isn't really what I meant.
I don't think we can ever run out of miracles to wonder at.

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