We Took Our Baby to Be Baptized—‘This Is Impossible,’ the Priest Whispered While Holding Him
I stood quietly beside the nursery window as dawn began to break, watching the soft morning light filter through the lace curtains and fall across the crib. Outside, the world was still, caught in that delicate pause between night and day. Inside the room, everything felt fragile, calm, and impossibly precious. My daughter slept soundly,…