I wonder how long Mary labored.
I wonder what the weather was like that Middle Eastern night when Mary and Joseph entered the City of David. Since the shepherds were outside with their flocks, it couldn’t have been too crisp an evening. I wonder if it was actually hot.
I wonder if Jesus was born in the evening or in the wee hours of the morning.
I wonder if other women came to help her, or was it only Joseph by her side.
I wonder if Joseph remained calm.
I wonder if Mary and Joseph felt twinges of misplaced guilt about laying down the Son of God in an animal trough.
I wonder if baby Jesus sucked in His first earthly breath and exhaled with a blustery cry.
I wonder what Jesus looked like as a baby. Was His skin robust and pink? Was He thin or pudgy