- Psalms 127:3 A group of the family was singing songs in the next room, snow was falling outside, and Gabe was sitting next to his wife and his new child. Katie held a tiny girl in her arms. She had just been born a month early, on the day after Christmas. Katie’s hair was pulled into a plait, and her kapp was gone in the chaos of childbirth. The doctor and midwife had left an hour ago, convinced that both mother and child were healthy. Now it was time to rest, and to celebrate the miracle of birth along with the miracle of Christmas. Gabe kissed his wife’s damp forehead and took his daughter from her arms. The child squirmed against him and he was sure she looked at him, even though he knew she could not focus yet. The urge to protect her was overwhelming and he held her close and told her he loved her. May sat on a chair next to the bed and all his brothers and their wives were in the room. This was the best Christmas ever. Katie was healing and his wonderful wife and they had their baby.
