Two weeks ago today, we brought home our second child. I’ve never been to the Holy Land, but I think having a child might be a little like that experience. You can almost feel the palpable emotion in one telling of the first time. It is a life-changer. There is no way to fully prepare. One can’t know the emotions to expect until going through it firsthand. And that first experience is always a unique like-none-other experience. Thus, it’s strange to go through an event like that more than once. Maybe I’m peculiar in feeling that way. But one goes through a birth – this big, scary, traumatic, amazing, life-altering event – where on the other side is this unique child you wouldn’t take anything for. It’s almost bizarre to get to go through that again. It seems like such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Though going back means reliving some of the awe I thought I’d never be able to forget from going through the first time! And yet, it’s not a repeat of the first time. This is a paradox: a familiar once-in-a-lifetime experience. And from what I gather, it never stops being that way no matter how many times one gets to have this adventure.