It’s not what you think.
A friend of mine is a daddy, again. This makes the fourth one. I’ve offered to explain to him how this process works, but, well, he seems happy with the results, so, I guess there’s no need. And, honestly? Seeing a picture of his newest angel? I can see why he’d be happy with that.
So, after last night’s post about my massive jones, and hearing about one friend’s troubles today that she thinks she’ll never get through, and my own very personal woes, I’m not going to write or post the things I’d been thinking about. Well, not this week, anyway. Maybe I’ll write them and rewrite them over the weekend and then post them. But, today, I will be happy. I will dance in the joy of knowing that a fresh miracle has been set loose upon the world. A fresh life has drawn new breath and will see the world for the first time, filled with wonder. I will think on his tiny hands and his face with eyes still shut and I will smile, because, with his birth, I am reminded that I, too, can be reborn. Every day a new begining. Every breath a new opportunity. Every moment a chance to begin again.
God bless you, little Joshua, and keep you safe until you see Him again.