Monday, July 06, 2009
Sixty two years ago, a couple -- not so young -- brought home a baby. They look a little bemused by what they had wrought -- at least my father does. Mother's delight was less ambiguous.
They remained bemused for the rest of their lives, but never doubted I was a good, even wonderful, addition to the world. Naturally, I came to believe that the world itself is good and wonderful. Love makes a feedback loop.