Swaddled

What will we learn from this smaller world we are living in?

When my daughter Lucia was a baby she loved to be swaddled. From morning to night and all through the night she wanted to be wrapped up like a little burrito, her arms tucked into her chest and her legs folded into her belly. My mom once joked that Lucia’s muscles were going to atrophy if she didn’t spend some time out of the swaddle.