There's a part where the priest quotes, "my peace, I give to you." I am rocking A and singing lullabies when I look down at her leg draped across me, and her toes, parallel to mine. And I realize that my joy at seeing this resonance in the smallest feature between us, our toes, is not about seeing myself in her (since we really look nothing alike).
It is the comfort of knowing that she can see me in herself. For as long as she has those toes, she will have a part of me. She may never feel the same way about Jesus as I do. She may never know how I feel about my toes (grudgingly appreciative, they are not cute, but are so so important for balance!). She will probably think my ideas on politics and literature a drippy. But she can look down and know KNOW that there is a very literal part of me that she will carry with her until she too returns to dust.
Of all that is seen and unseen (toes, and DNA, in this case).
My toes, I give to you.
