Thus bound together, they sheltered the child from the cold, dark night, enveloping him in warmth.

I didn't just see a child in my dreams—I felt it in my heart.

In the quiet of the graveyard, the couple knelt together in soul-stretching silence—wishing, waiting, hoping, praying.

I mean, when the world comes for your children, with the knives out, it's your job to stand in the way.

I guess you just have to trust your kids, trust that their innate interest in life will win out in the end, don’t you think?

Our children want more than presents, that want our PRESENCE.