Most evenings, when it comes time for our nightly prayer, our Examen, my husband and I snuggle close with our 11-month-old son and trace the sign of the cross on his forehead and then on ours. I know that my son may have no memory of these evening prayers, but I like the ritual: the three of us praying together as a family in his bedroom, over his crib, holding him in our arms. The scene reminds me of so many statues we see of the Holy Family, Jesus safely nestled in his parents’ arms. I like th…
