Maggie was a little bemused by the fuss this morning. It has been a year. It is hard to imagine that last year we were sitting in the hospital and by evening, a group of nurses would be gathered around Sara: one to pat her forehead with cool rags, one to coach her through the ordeal and one to give a last acrobatic push. Finally she was here and the doctor handed me the scissors to cut the cord. What a day!