“MOM, LOOK!” my six-year-old daughter, Lena, shouted.
I glanced up from the garden, where I was clearing dried flowers.
“A worm!”
She carefully walked my way and showed me the tiny green inchworm wiggling in her palm.
“Pretty cool,” I said.
“I have to put him in a safe place,” she said.
“Back in the dirt seems best,” I said, charmed by her enthusiasm about one of God’s smallest creatures.
Lena has been drawn to animals practically since birth. I introduced her to our dog, Charlie, when we brought her home from the hospital. She would rock back and forth in her baby swing, eyes fixed on her beagle friend roaming around in front of her.
As she grew older, Lena would pull me to the window to show me…
