My words are few and fumbling. Too much has happened in the space of a week's time for me to have them at the ready. Life is precious and fleeting and not guaranteed, but when God preserves once, and again, and again within my social circle in just a handful of days, and when I see those who are faced with impossible choices fall on His mercy against all reason and others hard-pressed to lay aside reason for mercy, I put my hand over my mouth. Life is tender and broken so easily, and in the end, it is never ours.
I hold my little Enoch a bit closer and ponder these things.
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This was the month of burgeoning curiosity, lots of sitting up and playing, continued professional snuggling, giving Mama baby hugs and sloppy suckerfish smooches, and finally having two little teeth poke through for our happy little doughboy.
