For our great niece, Avenley

This dark and stubborn country from which we come, has tasted its own blood, has eaten its hateful bitters and spat them upon its enemies and still, and yet, and through it all, there are deep pockets of love and truth and beauty. There is hope and the promise of redemption. There is birth and its transformative beginning. Fill your pockets with life’s treasures, dear Avenley. Light’s blessings to your dear family. Welcome to the world!

LBM 11/23/2020

this is me, actually, I don’t have parental permission to share, but do have a pic of Avenley. She has long piano-player fingers!