Unfold
It’s been a dream to be able to care for my new little bit, Charlotte, in her early months in this world. Just the acts themselves of caring for her have been joy, even when they have been pain--I don’t know how that’s possible, by the way. I remember being annoyed by first parenthood, and this second time around I am only sensing the littlest bit of that. What occurred to me the other day as I looked out our beautiful picture windows overlooking the yard and trees beyond was that I have been able to watch the seasons change. Not just sort of acknowledge them, but actually watch the transition proceed slowly. I remembered feeling that way during the trials of my miscarriages, in Spring one time, Fall/Winter the next. Something about seeing the perceptible change seemed momentous, symbolic even, to just me, as if God were putting on a show for one (when I know they’re happening for us all). As if this symbol were nudging me to change from within, to both r...