Daniel turned 25 this week, and we all gathered round for red meat and chocolate cake. Birthday dinners are the perfect time for favorites foods and lighted candles and surprises stuffed in brightly colored bags. I left my phone at home this particular night, for no other reason than because it was plumb out of battery. Phones have somehow become ever present in the hands of our family, and I still can't figure out whether we should be bothered by that. I got to feeling like maybe we should and then thought better of it. After all, they stay in our pockets at dinner time and that's not nothing. Probably something to keep an eye on though.
The evening ended with a survey of potential baby girl names, which unsurprisingly yielded no consensus decision. As we were wrapping up I caught Justice in profile and realized she's only 8 weeks or so from full term. I asked her about it and she said that yes, their baby would probably survive if she was born today. She'd be small and there would be a lot of tubes for awhile, but she would probably make it through. Amazing. A viable little human being, rolling around in Justice's belly. 25 years, indeed.