Jacqueline, Joe, and I went for our second visit to St. Lucy's Parish in The Bronx yesterday. We arrived very early (because we were a few minutes late last year, and I've never heard the end of that), so we had plenty of time to walk around the Grotto. When Jacqueline came over to a statue of St. Lucy, she saw that a light rain had left the face of the statue wet. Jacqueline carefully wiped off the rain, reminding me of a mother wiping moisture from her baby's face, then just touched her before parting. A perfect moment.
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