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    Clinging to Memories

    Dear Lord of Heaven and Earth,

    Help me to remember what it feels like to hold a baby. To remember the rhythm of patting him on the bottom to soothe a cry. Burn in my brain the feel of his chest against mine, the breathing much quicker than mine, the stifled cries as he calms. Help me to recall the feel of baby skin, the other-worldly softness, the delicateness. Let me remember his eyes as they light up at seeing me and my smile, his smile reflected. Bring to my mind the feeling as he drifts off to sleep in my arms: first his limbs relax, then the weight of his body shifts and becomes motionless, his breathing slows and deepens. Help me to recall his giggles, coming up from his belly and emanating up his chest and shoulders; the ones for no other reason than I put his shirt on. Let me recall the feel of his fingers clinging to my own. The suck, suck, swallow of nursing. The look of a pacifier bobbing up and down as he falls asleep. The kick of his feet splashing in the bath tub. How kissing his cheeks can only be done in multiples.

    Help me not to forget how precious and how fleeting.

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    Real Life as Still Life

    This stage of life often has us looking at the divine in the mundane.

    From October 2008

    Sometimes a mess can represent the creativity and potential of the human spirit.

    From October 2008

    All I know is that Kaniel is 4 days from being 3 months old and the time has evaporated. This baby-hood has been the first time I have experienced such regret at the passage of time. The days are melting away...I know I complain of this often. Thank goodness for photos, my memory is fickle.

    From October 2008

    These are all grains of sand, each day dropping down. And, I will leave you with the mundane representation: $8 worth of play sand gone in less than 24 hours.

    From October 2008