Well, the aforementioned Sekrit Projeckt has come to fruition. His name is Yonatan, and he was born twelve days ago. He is a miracle and a joy.
Not sure how much I’ll blog about him–maybe some, probably more about things I learn getting to hang out with him than anything. Prayer is already deeper and more textured than I could have imagined. Especially when he’s curled up in his sling when I daven. More reflections to come, I’m sure.
In any case, for now? A nap.