It strikes me that most women are fascinated by a baby’s feet. Women and men are different. Me? I’m fascinated by a baby’s hands. They bring home how miraculous life is. Perfect little hands, with perfect little fingers, tendons, muscles, and bones. Tiny little functional replicas of our own.
With everything that can go wrong, if that a single child in a million is born perfect isn’t a miracle I simply don’t know what is. Miracles are everywhere, we only need look at any form of life to see them.