Congratulations;  What a good job you did, and the sweetness on that baby’s face drips like honey from a certain bear’s kettle of the sweet nectar.  I have been impressed that we can go to a land called Xanga and to find there people who we may never see beyond pictures, but who share our lives in the magic of birth, or as was my case, a near death last October.I am glad that you are back, and glad to tell you that, “Pinkhoneysuckle,” the book is now a published work making its way, like a personal friend, as I try to introduce its pretty name in conflict with the existing dark world where it was born.  I have to take care of my husband now, but we are going to make it out to San Francisco, then on to Hollywood for the book festivals in each city.But what you have to share is so much larger, a birth, a baby who can love you from daylight to dark, who can grow up to be a President, or to grow food for a hungry world, for the possibilities are endless, and it began in you, this miracle called life.  You can never be the same person, but you can tell us even more about the hours of a child.I have a new grand daughter, Charlotte, and her Asian appearance dwarfs her anglo daddy’s face for now, but I will expect, that like her brother,  A little more of her Dad will show with time, and her Mama longed for a daughter, and her face shows the contentment of one who had a package of  happiness given to her one day.  She untied the bow, a box sprang open, and from among the pretty paper came Charlotte, a sister for Sammy, so Karen could share with my son the realization that dreams come true and all is possible when framed with love.Sharing Your Happiness, and With Thanks,Barb, “Pinkhoneysuckle,” The Book – Pinkhoneysuckle, the blogger and friend.  Blessings Eugenia to you and to yours; all wrapped with love…