Thursday, January 18, 2007
At my wonderful birthday party in Lima, Peru last year, Pastora Lorenza gave me a pair of pants. Well, I'm sure they were the largest one could find THERE (on the whole, the indigenous people are considerably more petite than us gordito Americans), but I could not fit into them...until NOW. I wore them Sunday to church, and today I put them on for school. I was thinking about her and wondering how she was doing, because when I last saw her she told me she was expecting her 6th child. Then recently I'd heard she was having some health problems toward the end of her pregnancy, and I was concerned and sent out prayer requests. I was told everything was fine...later I was told she'd had the baby...but I STILL didn't know GENDER. Well, here I am today, wearing the pants she gave me, and looking at my email before going to school. My "son" Abel, who goes to that church, told me she had a little girl...and named it Shelley.
AWW-w-w- I'm going to cry. Sniff.