child

The moment my son, Brady, was first placed into my arms everything changed. As I gazed into his tiny eyes, stroked his peach fuzz hair, and snuggled new life, I knew my life would never be the same. I knew my life would be consumed with loving him, and I knew, as I held him, [...]

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…is a child sleeping.  I am sometimes awed by just the feeling that rises up in me when beholding one of my daughters asleep; it is an intense experience of grace. What makes that statement more than pious nonsense, I think, is the fact that the experience can come unbidden even a short time after [...]

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