Part 1 / Chapter Six ⥈ Into the Depths
At dinner one night my young son announced "Mama, I know boys and girls don't usually do this, but I love Polly you know." Smiling, I replied "Oh, boys and girls do feel like that. When I was six I loved a boy named James. He gave me one of his hamsters." "At snack time Polly and I hug each other," he giggled bashfully. "You must like each being near each other." "Well actually," he said "Polly hugs me. Then I hug her back. You and daddy love each other, right?" I hesitated briefly as I looked at his beautiful, innocent face. "Yes. Yes, we do." I was now the mother of two, my son aged four and a half and his new baby sister just one month old, born in Warwickshire, England. We were living here on a fellowship with Daniel working toward his doctorate at the University of Warwick. I was taking a year out. In one sense it was a true gift to be a...