The past six weeks have been nearly blissful. You’ve surprised us all, son, to learn that you are actually a rather happy baby when you’re not uncomfortable. I’ve surprised myself too, feeling intense fondness for you in your moments of simple, unbridled joy. What a difference from the first few harrowing months.
The past year has been rough on our friends. Our friends have lost many loved ones, another one recently received a terminal diagnosis.
We came back home from your baptism last Sunday and you could not stop laughing, screeching with joy for twenty minutes (or what felt like forever).
When you first arrived I took you in my arms and I prayed over your life that you would grow strong, because you were so small, unexpectedly early.
The sudden death of a friend’s father this past week had us all reeling - on top of an already-difficult 2016, this really hurt.
You will, after service, be asked if you would like to receive prayer, and having been pushed to a rather desperate place in your life, you jump eagerly at the chance.