By Jenna L. Consolo
On Christmas Day, in 1995, I was anxiously awaiting the birth of my second child, a son. I was uncomfortable and exhausted, feeling heavy with the weight of a full-term baby. I can remember my thoughts that year often turning to Mary, and how she felt physically what I was now feeling. Her baby stirred within her womb as mine now was. She too was anxious to look into her child’s face for the first time. She would see the face of God.

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