Monday, June 15, 2009

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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