Dear Baby,

I'm used to writing about myself, but as a tiny baby, you should know some things about yourself.

First we are really excited to meet you, even nervous. Even though I'm your extroverted parent, and meeting new people is a joy to me, even I have some nerves. Your dad is cool with it.

Second, whatever name you have is a gift from God, because we have really struggled with that process.

Next, we always wanted you.

We didn't plan your timing.

You are growing in a weird time where not very many people will get to hold you and care for you... but so many people love you! You'll see them on video.

Video used to be something we wouldn't allow a baby to watch much, because it's so bad for your eyes and brain. But... people need to see you.

We are so glad you're coming into our lives.

We will enjoy you, help you, grow with you, teach you, and provide for you with all our hearts.

Love,
Your mom

"Why so desolate?" I want the earthworms to ask me

Desolate despite
the company of crickets spiders, cicadas,
thousands of earthworms busily plowing beneath the new grass.

The light rains beckon them upward to take long drinks.
I can tell they are laughing together and generally making merry
at a hundred parties for which I've received no invitation nor hope of one.
Like a king in his castle with not one friend nearby,
surveying the busy populace below, he sighs.

I recognize the rain, invite it as close as the porch roof,
and we are company for each other.

Why desolate, why lonely, God?
When your Spirit ministers close by. Just here, even beside me.