These two photos, from September 2008 and April 2009, capture my feelings exactly. A metamorphosis of our family from plump days of exuberance and fertile happiness to a thinner-cheeked, wiser and more settled, peaceful joy. Six months of suffering and waiting on the Lord. We emerge the same, yet different. Guarded and introspective in new ways. Learners of hard lessons. Treasurers of random moments of bliss, like an unexpected Friday evening visit to a cold park in spring. Listening to new strains of an age-old tune, more sensitive to the quiet strains of beautiful music that surround us in our ordinary days.