My firstborn will be arriving in the next month.  I am extremely ecstatic about such an occasion as this.  As each day passes, I grow more and more eager to see her, to meet her, to welcome her.  I wonder what she will look like.  I dream about what she can accomplish in this world.

Such life changing events like this have typically had drastic impacts on those who would claim to be artists, however loosely that term is used.  Some people write songs about their children.  Others paint or write poems.  I’m not sure what I’ll do, if anything (given how busy I’ll probably be in just getting to know her as a person), but I do know that she will inspire.

Nothing I know of that inspires so much could also fail to bring out great and lasting art.