Yesterday we blessed baby Crew, Porter and Lana's youngest and the newest addition to the family. I got to hold him for just a second and contemplate all that holding a newborn helps you contemplate. New life. New opportunities. New possibilities. New anxieties. And since I'm mentioning new anxieties, does anyone else think about how easy it would be to end a newborn's life (ie: falling, squeezing, just leaving him alone...?) For Pete's sake, you could just snap him like a twig. It's like holding a Christmas ornament or that crappy ash tray you made for your non-smoking parents.
Is that wrong-headed of me? Am I no longer allowed to hold the baby?
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