One Lucky Baby
A family friend, Mrs. F., made this sweater for my baby. I cannot get over its perfectness. The pattern, the purple buttons, the little sleeves, and the pink. It's so special. One of those things we'll keep forever. But, Mrs. F. is pretty special. We used to run together early in the cold mornings of New England. Well, perhaps we jogged. Anyone who elects to spend predawn time with an adolescent should get some sort of enormous medal. I've been pretty lucky to know Mrs. F., and her daughter too - one of those people that helps you put a finger on a course your life will take. I am full of gratitude.
