I feel more human when I compare the cuteness of a lizard to a newborn child’s sweetness. Both are God’s creations filled with precious innocence
Those eyes so ecstatic with the gleam of new life, the wide laugh that no doubt uses up so much of the breath contained in those tiny lungs.
Lust is the blessing of the fruit of the womb.
Nothing’s scarier than having a sick child, and one so newly born, and so vulnerable. It’s the worst thing for a parent.
The art wouldn’t complain if we leave her alone. Losing a touch with art, however, is losing a touch with our imagination.