Eight years ago, the universe gave me a gift. It’s not just that I had my second baby, or my first daughter, or a calm birth. Somehow I had been a partner in creating and developing and now maintaining an actual Angel. I think whatever angels are supposed to mean for different people, a common thread is they serve as symbols, as messengers… as rays of light, as guides for how to grow and be. Somehow the universe had made this possible in the form of this creature, my Bebe, who from day 1 has taught me calmness, kindness, patience, even as I fail and fail again. But she lifts me up – with a look, a word, a gesture – and all I can do is thank her for being her, over and over and over.