Nathan Moore

The next morning, I was in the room with Grace and our daughter Sky, talking and marveling at the newborn.

“Can I hold him in my arms? I promise I won’t drop him,” I asked, my eyes shining as I looked at the little angel in the crib.

Grace and Sky laughed at me for my speech. “You have to be more careful, Daddy,” the girl said, shaking her head in imitation of the way Grace always did when she wanted to teach us.

“Oh, but I'm careful,” I commented, ...