Today at the airport I was BORED and TIRED. Hours of waiting, restlessly I move seats again and sit near a woman.

I notice her tattoo and smile. She offers to watch my bag so I can stretch or go to the loo. We start talking.

“first baby?” she asks… my bulging stomach cannot be hidden.

“no, third” I reply.
“how many children do you have?” I ask. Knowing.

“Two, but one died” she says.

“I noticed the tattoo” I said.

It was a bear on a swing with stars. It just looked like a memorial tattoo. Just had that look about it.

“my second died too” I told her.

And thus began our sharing of Son and Daughter and Daughter and Son.

Tara and Jack, Olivia and Avery.

A touch of Avery Magic today.

Blessed I felt.

Ps.. Davina, I hope Jack kicks butt tonight!