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!