Baby Z and Little L
Baby Z is on the left. Little L is on the right. This proud Godmother is beaming! Aren't they beautiful...sigh...
The Bleeding-heart: a poem by Mary Oliver
I know a bleeding-heart plant that has thrived for sixty years if not more, and has never missed a spring without rising and spreading itself into a grassy bush, with many small red hearts dangling. Don't you think that deserves a little thought? The woman who planted it has been gone for a long time, and everyone who saw it in that time has also died or moved away and so, like so many stories, this one can't get finished properly. Most things that are important, have you noticed, lack a certain neatness. More delicious, anyway is to remember my grandmother's pleasure when the dissolve of winter was over and the green knobs appeared and began to rise, and to cre- ate their many hearts. One would say she was a simple woman, made happy by simple things. I think this was true. And more than once, in my long life, I have wished to be her.
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Yep....Baby Z and Little L are definitely gush-worthy.
My one and only godchild is 38 (SHOCK) and is living temporarily in NYC while her husband does his residency in surgery. I feel lucky. She has been in Turkey, Taiwan, and Mexico for the last 10 or so years. I still remember holding her at the baptismal font while the priest said the words, a lifetime ago.
I just read your post at the preacher party. I am DISGUSTED, DISMAYED, and plain ANGRY!
I am praying. God, hear our prayers for this sweet family.