Sunday, April 1, 2012

triumphant morning

It simply doesn't get much more triumphant on a personal, soul level than having a precious baby born to you on Palm Sunday morning. Due Easter Day, Italia arrived in this world exactly one week early, a heavenly little lamb of love with a springtime heart. One day she came home from high school with a slip of paper torn from a notebook on which a boy she hardly knew had written 'I'm liking the happy atmosphere that follows you around.' A message so sweetly profound and true that I've saved it in her jewelry box. The Palm Sunday story is wildly joyous and triumphant at first. Followed by shocking, somber and sad, as life can be. Then, the miracle of Easter. And Italia.
(julie & italia, 1993)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

BEAUTIFUL BABY-BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY. Just like her mother.