There were three times in my life when I held new babies. At that time, I believed they were straight from the hand of God. Holding them was holy, magic, sacred. Today, I went to Vespers and sat between two very old, precious friends. I know they will not be here much longer, Again, I felt that magic, that holiness, even though I no longer have that simple faith like I used to. From the beginning to the end, I know life is divine.