tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486066649756395890.post986194090990216889..comments2023-06-02T00:59:31.530-07:00Comments on The St.Hilaires: Come HomeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1486066649756395890.post-84505765748207515522010-02-23T14:19:53.829-08:002010-02-23T14:19:53.829-08:00The first time I read that book to caden I cried a...The first time I read that book to caden I cried and cried... he was just a few weeks old. A lot of the books my Mom read to us when we were kids have a whole new meaning to me now. I agree with you about the metaphore too! I have often thought part of the beauty of having a child is understanding a small part of what God feels for us when we are following his will, hurt or happy. I was more in awe of my own salvation after meeting my own childern.Audrey Houstonnoreply@blogger.com