Anatomy Lesson

Today I learned that Hannah's grasp of anatomy may not be what it should. She was playing with a neighborhood cat. It scratched her on the inner thigh. Hannah screamed, "Oh no! Help! It scratched my uterus!"

In the vicinity, maybe, but a bit off the mark.

In an unrelated dialogue, John Matthew said something sweet tonight. We were having dinner and talking about the fact that tomorrow is Hannah's birthday. John asked why we have birthday parties. I said it's to celebrate a birth--to celebrate the day that someone was born. He said, "Oh. Well. It's to celebrate that Hannah's a gift from God, I think."

How true. A gift from God, delivered via my uterus, which, thankfully, is not an exterior organ somewhere around my inner thigh.