I took Pablito to church this morning, mom and Antonio stayed home recovering from a little cold. We sat in the front pew, Pablito and I, and he had no problems sitting still through the hour long meeting. He ate his snacks, stared at the deacons passing the sacrament and then soiled his diaper. I felt the smell and checked in his diaper. Then I looked him in the eye and he sort of lowered his look with a small smile that made me giggle and love him a tad more towards forever. He is so mature, so sweet and filled with quiet dignity despite his two years.
So, what does cities, politicians and a two year old boy have to do with each other? I live in a daily world of concern for the boys' future. I want them to be smart, to be socially sensitive and spiritually uplifting and so I feel that we can accomplish that in a community where there is, well, love ... for oneself, the neighborhoods and for the future.