I love babies. I think back to my own babies and I can still feel the warmth of Jared, wrapped in a blanket with the tiny knitted cap on this head, sleeping peacefully on my chest. I just watched as he breathed in and out, his eyes closed and the most precious thing in the world to me.
And Alex, in his little incubator at Children’s Hospital, with his little stuffed doggie, soft and propped off to one side-it was more a comfort to me to see it there when I had to leave him. Later it became his cuddly.
Holding babies is nothing short of sacred, joyous and the most awestruck amazement anyone can ever experience. Twenty-two and twenty-eight now, I continue to be amazed at the adults they have both become. These two, who were such an intimate part of me, are so different and so incredible. How does this happen? It’s a God thing.