Through A Glass Darkly
[…]them in bed, but we kept on with the prayers and kisses. Were they too young? I wondered. Months passed and Beki was growing. While dainty Laura had begun walking at nine months, chunky Beki was now fifteen months old and a hefty armload–and she still wasn’t walking. We did pre-school, Moms and Tots swimming lessons, teething, and all sorts of pediatric ailments, along with picnics, Disney movies, and hopeless attempts at arriving at Sunday School intact, on time, and all of us not in tears! Finally the day came for Dad to return. I could hardly contain my excitement. […]
