Tirzah Mae peeled the barcode off her new water bottle and affixed it to her shirt.
I noticed it on our way out of the grocery store and began to tease her.
“We need to find a scanner so we can see how much you cost.”
“Are you a bargain or are you pricey?”
I contemplated adding the numbers I knew, the ones I’ve quoted to others.
Half a million dollars.
That was the sticker price for her first twenty-nine days outside the womb. (Neither we nor our insurance company paid the sticker price.)
I thought back to my question: “Are you a bargain or are you pricey?” Yes.
I didn’t quote that number to my daughter, couldn’t quote that number.
Instead my daughter listened and watched, a bit baffled as her mother choked out the words: “You’re neither. You’re priceless. Because you’re made in the image of God.”
So she is. And so are you.
Am overwhelming truth.