Seriously, if you haven't read this amazing piece by Angela, you need to get with the program. During the editing process, the first time I got to the end I started crying, and I felt a little embarrassed about it, because I wouldn't have been able to explain it, because they weren't sadness tears, they were some other kind of tears, and thankfully I was alone in my office and no one could see me.
Then I read it again and I got to the end and I starting crying again. Which is weird because I knew what was coming. After it came out in print, I read it again, because reading something in print and reading it online are different, and I started crying again. I don't know what it is—the order of the words, the humor, the awe, the tenderness, the thought of Angela awake in the middle of the night, the thought of her daughter in her arms... goddamn it, I'm going to start crying again.