Today L is officially 16! I remember sixteen years ago this morning Dr. F coming into the hospital room, tiny L tucked up next to me, demanding of the nurse: "Why isn't this child wearing a cap?!" The air conditioning was so cold. In an instant, a tiny cotton thimble was secured over her head.
She was born with her hands in prayer position; a saintly child still.
Now, she's off to school, and I'm off to yoga, at the end of which my hands will be in prayer position. . .