Youth RetreatEpilogue One Year Later
Humming a nameless tune just barely under my breath--something I’d probably made up on the spot, but I couldn’t be sure--I held our son up to my exposed breast, cradling his tiny body to my own as he suckled ravenously. Every time he nursed he reacted as if I never fed him! We’d had a quiet morning so far, something I was grateful for. It usually meant that the entirety of the day was going to be fairly peaceful. Sure enough, as I watched, Charlie began to doze in my arms, and within two...