If I hadn’t known what had transpired, I wouldn’t have guessed, judging from the lack of any appearance of injury to her lap. It made no rational, naturalistic sense. All was well, as if it always had been.
Reflections on life, faith, work, adoptive parenting, and everything in between
If I hadn’t known what had transpired, I wouldn’t have guessed, judging from the lack of any appearance of injury to her lap. It made no rational, naturalistic sense. All was well, as if it always had been.