I was walking to the coffee shop from the hospital. Maka had been in labor for eighteen hours now, and I hadn't left her side. Eventually she told me I needed a break and kicked me out of the delivery room. I took a deep breath and released it slowly, my head dropping. That's when I saw it. There was a flower sticking up between two blocks of concrete. It almost looked like it had been placed there, just for me to see.

Suddenly, I no longer saw the flashing red and blue lights, nor heard the honking horns, announcing new medical emergencies. All of that seemed to fade away. I felt as if something very important had just occurred. Following the feeling, I checked my watch, which read 5:08 PM. I can't really describe the feeling that washed over me, the only words I can use are, "I saw God today."

Now, I've been dragged to church a few times by my family, and I have read the Bible (believe it or not), so there is a place inside me that's been conditioned to just know he's up there somewhere. I just don't look near as often as I probably should (yes, I think I probably should). It's said that his fingerprints are everywhere, so I slowed down to stop and stare. I closed my eyes, and man, I swear, I saw God that day.

I looked up from my reverie to see a couple walking by, holding hands. I smiled; she had that glow. I couldn't help but notice she was starting to show. I stood there, letting the sun soak into my skin, taking in the sky, reveling in the feeling of love and comfort I was receiving. The sunset looked beautiful; a splash of amber across the horizon. I dropped my head again and walked back into the hospital. When I got back up to the fourth floor, Black*Star greeted me.

"You missed the show, man," he said, patting me on the back. He led me over to the nursery, where I searched for my child. When I saw her, my breath caught.

I pressed my nose up against the nursery glass, watching her sleep. She slept like a rock, just like her daddy. My heart glowed to see "Evans" written on her wristband. She had little feet wrapped warmly in tiny pink socks. I examined her face, seeing that she had my nose. She had Maka's eyes. My brand new baby girl; she's a miracle. I felt tears prick in the corners of my eyes.

"Daddy, what's the matter?" I looked down to see my son, Ben, staring at me with nervous green eyes. I pulled him into my side, leaned down, and kissed the top of his head.

"I'm fine, son. I just saw God today, that's all."

"Is this the first time you've seen him, Daddy?" I thought that over for a minute.

"No, I've seen him once before."

"When?" Ben asked, looking even more confused.

"The day you were born."

Awwwww! I just LOVE Daddy Soul, don't you? So I was taking a shower today, and this song came on the radio. The more I listened, the more I thought about how that song reminded me of Soul, and how he would feel when Claire was born. I think this one (minus the ending) is my favorite so far. The song is "I Saw God Today" by George Strait, for anyone who wants to listen. Now, before I go, I'd like to point out that I am not religious. Really, neither is the song. He's talking about how he felt the day his daughter was born. I tried to make Soul seem as though he was feeling how I Christian would feel in church, not that he really saw God or whatever. Oh, just tell me if it was a hit or miss, okay? I'm still gonna love this one, no matter what you guys think, but it's nice to know. :)

Dream on and live strong everybody. Go hug your daddy. :D