You are coming soon. And when you arrive, we will bless you. But for whom is this blessing? Is it for you? Or is it for us?
I can already feel the moment. It’s January, and the wind is leaking…through the window. Your mother will be spent, and in the drafty night, crankily demand that I try to soothe you. You will be at my shoulder, both of us stuck between sleep and alertness, barely able to see. And then will come my blessing for you, remembering how my father and I recited the… >> Read More