As the Christmas season wraps up with the Feast of the Epiphany, I’m often struck by how Joseph felt, what he thought. This is a bit of musing about Joseph and his perspective on the Christmas miracle. It has been the craziest couple of weeks. But they fit perfectly with the insanity of the pastContinue reading “Will he call me Dad?”
I told him that if he calms down, I would give him a pen and paper so he could ask me anything … “The first thing he wrote is… ‘Where the f**k am I?’” We collectively pause and exhale a burst of laughter.
I’m standing in the sunbeam path trembling as I watch it settle just above the heads of four paramedics kneeling over Greg, my husband.
Our eyes meet as the paramedics jog the gurney away from me down the dreadfully long hall hurrying toward the waiting ambulance. I attempt a reassuring aspect but fail miserably. His color changes from pasty white to gray in an instant. He struggles to breathe. I hold my breath. I swallow a sob as IContinue reading “A blink”
I sit in the pink semi-darkness of the growing dawn staring into the beautiful eyes of this tiny boy. I am overwhelmed. My breath catches, an ache in my throat, a sob of joy and fear. Fear of the future and joy for what it holds for him.