Where have you been?
I can’t tell you how many times people look at Tin and say what a lucky boy he is – really? – I think they are overlooking the obvious, what a lucky mom I am! It reminded me of a song I heard one time when I was crossing the Jackson Street car ferry to go to Gretna to the courthouse when I worked as a paralegal for a law firm in downtown New Orleans. It is by Kathy Mattea and if you have never heard it, it is sure to make you cry as it did when I heard it on that sunny day as I glided across the muddy Mississippi.
When I’m looking into Tin’s eyes I think of this song.