Twin Towers and a Manger

  Where were you? I was sitting on the floor of my bedroom holding my beautiful one-week-old son. We had been home from the hospital for only a few days, and I was fully intoxicated with the sweet smells of a newly-bathed baby, the feel of his slow, steady breathing on my neck, and the slight, warm pressure of eight pounds of perfection curled up and sleeping on my chest. My two-year-old was playing contentedly in the corner with his plastic pet shop, a previously discarded, recently rediscovered toy, compliments… Continue reading Twin Towers and a Manger