Recently, I’ve found myself forgetting things. To pick up that item mom asked for, that I need to pay my library fines, what day of the week it actually is. But more specifically, I’ve been forgetting that Jesus was born and walked the earth with us. I’ll space out and assume he just descended on us one day. Then I’ll remind myself that he made it to his 30’s, that he grew, that he washed his hair and read books. That he lived. Is it that hard to think of Jesus walking around like us?