Well darkness has a hunger that’s insatiable
And lightness has a call that’s hard to hear
I wrap my fear around me like a blanket
I sailed my ship of safety ’til I sank it
I’m crawling on your shores
— Indigo Girls

I like the pillows on my couch and bed to be arranged in a particular manner. If you don’t know this information, then allow me to introduce myself because we clearly have not met. Which means you probably also haven’t met my children, whose favorite activity other than asking me questions about zombies seems to be disrupting my pillow patterns. My older son in particular takes great joy in grabbing the pillows and throwing them into the air, squealing as they fall to the floor, their order a distant memory and my sanity hanging by a thread. It’s like he knows.

When I was pregnant with him, and we chose the name James, it wasn’t in honor of the book of the Bible most associated with earning salvation, nor was it a nod to whom my husband Jason thought Joey should have ended up with (#teampacey all the way for me), and we hadn’t even looked up the meaning of the name. But it turns out that “The Supplanter” would be a great subtitle for any progeny, coming along as they all do to upend your former plans in favor of new…different ones. Kind of like the one in whose image they (and we) are made.

Read the rest over at Mockingbird!