Nothing special

I’m sorry, but my beloved, ordinary baby was up all night for some unknown reason, and I can’t think of a snappy teaser to make you want to read today’s post. 


One comment

  1. Hi Simcha, I’m commenting here because the NCR register hates my computer. Or me. I’m not sure if it’s personal yet, but I’m hoping that a properly qualified therapist can help me sort it out.

    Anyway, I loved the article. I was thinking about this recently when I looked at my firstborn’s baby pictures. True, he had electric blue eyes and creamy skin, but he wasn’t nearly as cute as I remembered until I got into the 9 month photos on up. This sobered me up for when my daughter was born, and I found myself saying, “It doesn’t matter if she’s the cutest, I can’t help but enjoy her how she is.” Satan seems to encourage strangers to stop me and rant about my gorgeous children when I am in the midst of making actual progress toward humility, but I try to remind myself that even if my kids were the best-looking kids anyone had ever seen–who cares? That’s just a bonus to their real, higher purpose.

    I love your Benedicta anecdotes since my daughter was born just a week earlier and they’re generally doing the same things. I made my husband read the stuff about “have you tried screaming? And then screaming some more?”

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