mo

I forgot my running bra this morning, I won't do that again. It must have provided entertainment for the people on the cardio machines around the track. I always like to think some good comes from my mistakes. And then this afternoon I met a new neighbour and I cried. My new neighbour is called Mo, and he was born last Saturday. Oh, and the young parents, so much happiness, they are beaming it. I just happened to step out with Orbit when they turned into their driveway. I took a photo of the proud parents with Mo, before he entered his home for the first time. (I can't help mentioning here that I do find it a little bit strange a baby should come home by car. Mine were born in my own bed, and it took them (or me for that matter) quite a while to even leave the house for a short walk.)