I held a baby last night before he’d even turned half a day old. I rubbed his peach hair head and cooed a lullaby into little red ears. His hands were hidden in the tight swaddle, so no fist bump.
Yesterday that little boy lived inside a woman. A small woman. He ate through a tube connected to his belly button. He swam in goo. And tonight he’s squinting his eyes at the bright ceiling lights, breathing air, and stretching.
What was inside is outside, what was hidden, revealed. Faith made sight.