Every infant I have ever known has been demanding.

Incessantly, relentlessly demanding.

Hold me. Feed me. Carry me. Change me. Put me in the car seat.

Remember me. Think about me.

Here I am.

It’s a good thing they are so lovable, so awe-inspiring even, when we get the chance to notice it.

Because when the baby arrives, everything changes. EVERYTHING.

And here’s the Christmas story: the Word of God is an infant.

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