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.