Remembering

A year ago I remember going to work with a sound boom looming over my head, a producer and camera woman following me around, a mama working hard to meet her first baby, a mouse...

My first 4 handed catch. Posterior baby girl froggy jumped through my hands onto her mothers chest. I was grateful that more experienced hands were holding on too and the sound guy cried. 

That night is one of the gifts that I claim as I read One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp. (For many reasons but It also gave me Jill)  

So much has changed, so much has grown, but one thing remains the same. I was born for this amazing, powerful, holy work, where heaven meets earth in a moment and much is entrusted into these hands.