In a message dated 17/09/01 08:10:29 GMT Daylight Time,
[EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
<< In the pew directly in front of me was a man and a woman, and the woman
was holding a red-haired boy, maybe 6-8 months old, so that he could look
over her shoulder. He stared at me relentlessly, in that way only babies can,
just staring without any embarrassment. Staring staring staring. I looked
away thinking he would too. Nope, that didn't work. Still staring. I smiled a
little bit. Then he got shy and looked away and then looked back and stared
some more. So I stared at him too and we started smiling at each other, which
felt so good because I haven't done much of that since Tuesday, and then he
smiled enough to show his four little top teeth, and then a big grin and
sticking out his tongue like babies do, and, well, I didn't go that far in
our playing but I was tempted. Next thing would have been giggling
uncontrollably. Agents of healing sometimes come in the smallest and most
unexpected packages. >>
This is just SOOO sweet Debra! It made me smile just to read it. Another
great missive from the front line.
Azeem
