This little life tethers me to my own — to the things that really matter. I admit with much shame and guilt that, at first, I didn’t like that one bit. It was a death to give up my freedom, my time and my own pursuits – let alone have a small, needy being super-glued to my hip. But that death gave way to a new life — one that I need, have always needed without knowing it. I’m still learning. I fail a lot. And I know this is not everyone’s experience or calling but God has always had to wrestle me down to get my attention. I’m stupid like that. But, oh, am I loved.