Yesterday morning, in a flurry of unforgettable activity, I helped with the post-delivery hours of a friend of mine at the clinic. Her total labor time was about one hour!!! Things happened extremely quickly, but all's well that ends well... Her second-born child was her first-born son. He was born at 5:05 AM, 3 1/2 weeks early, and weighed 6 pounds, 9 ounces. They asked me to be his godmother and I accepted with pleasure.
So little Dominic Gerard was baptized by Fr. Sulzen this evening, 36 hours after birth... He is my second godchild and first godson.
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside of Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.