birds' nest, possums, and other treasures
At this point of the story, both Paul and Gina's eyes grew big. They both gasped the same little gasps. In that moment we three were a single broken heart. Each one of us would have viewed that little nest, were it under the eaves of our house, as a gift, a visitation. In that little moment I caught a reminder of what a blessing it is to be a part of a family where life is treasured, compassion is valued, and the weak are protected - a house where every inhabitant has agreed that the possum living in the wall behind the bathtub and doing no harm whatsoever should be allowed to remain in peace. How thankful I am that our home is a place of safety and protection for all sorts of vulnerable beings...not the least of which is me.