I left my friend this morning with her newborn baby. Last night after another newly made friend swooped in to take my place the new mother remarked “my how people are so generous when you have a baby” and so it is that every culture has a saying that a child arrives with a loaf of bread under his arm.
One angel is bayou bound – the next angel arrived at the ready this morning. That’s how it is with angels, with babies, with life.
I am going home to pick back up on my story and leaving baby Leo to narrate his own. One piece of advice baby Leo – never cast yourself as a victim in your own story.