Confession: I can’t help but wonder if it is this way for everyone—
if the sound of singing at your own church on a Sunday morning
is deep comfort
like the smell of your own home
and the feel of your favorite blanket.
We returned to sorrow and joy interwoven: birth and healing, loss and death.
Three of my dearest friends have given birth this summer to beautiful baby girls. Welcome to the world, Frieda Rebekah Cassandra. May you each become as lovely as your mother.
It is so good to be home.