Last night, I was in the middle of a colorful little dream. Me and my family, which wasn't really my family, you know how that goes in dreams, were up Big Cottonwood Canyon. We were listening to directions from our photographer, who was trying to capture a great family shot. The dark-haired photographer (quite possibly a guy from my gym), was bumbling around, then his eyes lit up, and he insisted that we follow him up a rock slide for the "perfect shot."

I refused. I am terrified of rock slides, how dangerous!

I woke up.

I sat up.

I looked at the corner where my stubborn phone was charging.


Right then (2:16 A.M.), I received a text from my brother, Zach:
Baby! 7 lbs. 13 oz. 20 inches long.


Don't you think it's curious that my body woke up right when Toby was born?