The sacred excavation of helixed antiquity and brand-newness.
“Mommy, next time you daven to Hashem can you please, please, ask for another baby?”
I remember a year ago when you were there for me, holding on in the same way and telling me that I was so beautiful. Now I understand.
I have seen births and I have seen deaths. Both beautiful in their way. And a surprising thread connects them both.
