I greeted October 18th with a roar from deep within. Last year. My voluminous thundering brought forth life.
Without anyone being present but the Lord, the Engineer, and myself. Not quite what we had in mind. However, it was the reality.
I sit here slightly incredulous.
One whole year?
(Your first unpasteurized, unfermented leche)
You are still like a little flower petal unfolding, revealing each intricate layer of how carefully the Lord crafted you. And it is delightful. Precious.
Naomi Torah your name fits you so well. Your name . . . Pleasant Word . . . you fill that name till it overflows and can’t contain the overflowing well of joy that you bring us.
Happy Birthday, sweet baby girl.
