From Joseph's Diary
A strange thing happened last night. The baby cried and Mary didn't instantly wake up to feed him. I went to his make-shift cradle and lifted him into my arms. He immediately started to quiet, then smile and reach his little hands to me. Before this I have been so careful and a bit frightened of handing him. In my sleepy state it seemed so natural and comfortable. I walked him around, rocking him in my arms, singing all the old songs my mother sang to me. It was so amazing. Mary slept right through and he seemed delighted to be in my arms.
I cannot wait to teach my little boy all the things I know. I know he isn't mine to keep, but I am no longer afraid to draw close to him and share myself. I was glad my brothers were not around to see me with Jesus. They would have teased me, thinking I was being too womanly. But I really don't care. Love has come to stay and nothing can separate us now. I will make it my mission to raise a strong lad, who is also sweet and compassionate. It seems to be much easier to imagine than it was just a few days ago. He is here and making the fear disappear!