St Mary

My recent hospitalization was at St Marys- an amazing hospital 2 hours from here- the only

place i'll go to when it comes to getting cut open.

This is the same hospital I was helicoptered in when my son was born so tiny and untimely and when my last son left us.

I would sit in the garden to get some fresh air and stare at her...

sweet St Mary

So when little motherless Blossom came into my life..i had that same feeling.....

That understanding of pure LOVE and the need to share it

My daughter felt it too

and still does...she came home from college she was the best mom to me during my surgery loopiness.

she took real good care of me

just like St Mary

Advent December 13 St Mary

Blessing: Love is everything

XO!

milady

9 years ago i had a baby. a teeny tiny little baby who we named Roscoe after his great great great great. (add about a jillion of these)....grandfather from 13th century France, Roscoe de la Feld.

Roscoe of the Field.

We thought Rosabel was him. We waited and expected him . he travelled far and wide through the ages to get to us, only problem was, he was 4 months EARLY! He just didn't know he was soooo so teeny tiny.
we called him the "early bird special"

when i finally woke up i got to meet him...it must've been the middle of the night, it was all dark except for a peaceful blue light and there under a shiny halo was my little perfect man....i put my hand on him and prayed.

i kept praying, refused to doubt, surrendered even when they cut him open and fixed his teeny tiny heart

and as each miracle revealed itself we kept on ...one tender hopeful unknowing step at a time

til he came home on his due date a fat little newborn who is now a brilliant, athletic, handsome, sensitive, wise, perfect son of mine.

Happy Birthday Roscoe of the Field!

xo milady