Monday, Dec 17 2007
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I never knew that someday the sight of a little boy's tossled, bed-head hair would turn my bones to water.
I would never have thought how close to tears (of pride, joy, awe, heartache, frustration, and humility) I am over everyday interactions with this little boy.
I never knew that some day the urge to protect my little boy from harm and hurt would overwhelm me with its ferocity, its violence.
At church the last few weeks, we've slowly sung "When I breathe in, I breathe in peace...When I breathe out, I breathe out love" three times before a stretch of silence and three times after the stretch of silence. If ever there was a mantra that I wished would exemplify my life, that is it.