We’re expecting! The whole family—we’re so excited—expecting, again.
Gas or no, who can resist an infant’s smile? And coo…, they’re so vulnerable and sweet. Their skin smells so…, like a baby.
I know, I know, the nightly news is bad. The newspapers run red with murder and war. Sometimes you hate the idea of bringing a kid into a world that’s crazy.
But we’re expecting! Right now—soon.
What? Angels sing?
“Glory to the newborn King. Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled!”
Yes. Who can resist?