It is early days. Snow on the ground, in fact. Only a few hours of daylight, and very tiny green shoots pushing through the ground, to give hope of spring.
And it's early days for number two daughter and her husband, with a little bundle of life now seven days old. Rubbing their tired eyes, falling in love with her all over again every time they look at her, wondering how many layers of clothes she needs for their first venture outdoors.
And early days for me too, still breathing out that sigh of relief and prayers of thankfulness. Muscles still relaxing, spindles gradually loosening, shoulders slowly dropping.
Not for them, the agony of loss. Thank you, Father.
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