She grew up knowing it was a conventional part of life-not necessarily a medical condition. Ivie's grandmother would birth Nigerian babies on her living room floor. No residency, no diplomas, no letter's behind her name. Just the weathered hands of experience. So it comes as no surprise Osa holds the hand of a skilled midwife as they stroll through Central Park this warm Monday afternoon. The city is a buzz-a sporadic chatter of yellow cab horns, cell phone conversations and catholic school children. Yet, it's orbit around the green sanctuary of earth between 59th and 110th is true. It's gravity great. It's a reflection of Ivie and Osa's growing relationship. Her extroverted orbit around his strong, quiet core is one of destiny...as if God himself set them in motion. This is quite evident as she dances around him, propelled by his gravitational pull.