Blessings

One of the (many) things we love about Philadelphia is being "on the beaten path," as Francisco put it. We often get to see friends who are passing through for one reason or another.

Our old grad school friend, Fr. P was passing through today and so we met for a quick lunch. As he was leaving, he asked to bless Baby Leopard. And when he reached to inscribe the sign of the cross on his forehead, Baby Leopard gave him a sweet smile. Fr. P said, "It's hard to know whether I'm giving a blessing or receiving one." Which is of course a lot like parenthood, although it mostly feels right now that I'm giving the blessings. Though I sometimes forget, I'm also receiving them.