My wife and I took turns reading chapters of this book to each other and, at the time, we were eagerly awaiting the birth of our first child. There were multiple occasions when the reading had to pause, because tears were welling up in our eyes and our voices were failing to get the words out. We would have to stop, and look at each other, and smile, and maybe even laugh a little. It wasn’t mere sadness making us tear up. It was love—love for each other, love for our baby in the womb, love for the people in this story. It was love for the beauty of the Gospel and joy in God’s gift of life.
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