”Young life is breathed
On the glass;
The world that was not
Comes to pass.”
– From Ecce Puer by James Joyce
All the children my friends and me give birth to seem like a new improved breed.
Sara and her baby girl Lova at Lovas baptism this weekend. I first met Sara when she was in her teens – a beautiful, gifted, freckled, auburn-haired, sensitive, fun girl.
Events that take place can seem dark but every now and then as time moves on they unfold and turn out to be golden. Sara walked through hard times with her head kept high and this baby brings hope and light.