Meeting Isabelle
Lives, with luck, begin like this. Swaddled in blankets, studied and ogled and cared for, expected and planned out, cushioned and provisioned, passed from hand to hand and back to the crooks of arms and against bosoms.
With more luck, parents can keep putting one foot in front of the other to continue caring until the weight lightens, the load lessens, and children become more and more themselves, sovereign and unique and individual and fully themselves.
After a day like yesterday, in the middle of a month like this, few correctives are better than visiting friends who are newly parents again.
