Sunday afternoon as we arrived home from our faith community’s discipleship group, I heard Darwin yell from our yard, “Come and see!”

Curiosity overtook me as I ran full-speed out our front door, darting my eyes back and forth to see what he might be talking about.

I saw our three silly guard-dogs romping about. I saw Darwin. And I saw our two pregnant goats walking calmly behind him as he led them to the shed.

“What?! What is it?” I yelled across the yard.

And then I saw it. Well, I didn’t really see anything at all, but I noticed Darwin was walking more cautiously than usual, and his arms were crossed.

“No way! No way!” I yelled (in Spanish, of course), and took off towards him. “Kids! Come on out! No way!” I yelled goofily, my excitement getting the best of me as I traipsed giddily across the rocky yard in my skirt and blouse.

And sure enough…one of our pregnant goats was no longer pregnant! Darwin held in his arms the delicate newborn body of momma goat’s first baby. She had given birth that night, and we had the incredible privilege to hold her little body and help her find momma goat’s milk, which will also be our milk in the weeks to come.