Before you continue reading, I want to know what shape you see in the northern lights. Ok have you thought of something? If not go back and keep looking and use your imagination. Ok now I’ll tell you what I see: a bird. But, not just any bird... I see a Phoenix rising from the ashes displaying his glorious new wings for all to see! We gave our new son the middle name Phoenix because he joined our little family in the same year we lost everything in a house fire and to us, this baby embodies everything about the legend of a Phoenix. He’s new life. He is joy and hope and happiness and the promise of a brighter future. What I love about this picture is we now live close enough to where we used to live that if I had taken this picture from this location on the night of the fire, you would easily see the illuminated ascending smoke just underneath the purple section of the Phoenix’s left wing!