It was late.
I rode up the elevator and walked into where a Mama was nearing the end of her stunt as being "home".
She was beautiful, peaceful, happy, and ready.
Several hours, a nap for four, hot coffee, a handful of popsicles, and one pair of blue socks later...
There she was.
A 5-pound Moonbeam.
Wide-eyed, wondering, wonderful.
She couldn't stop staring at her Mama.
She knew she was looking at Home.
This is the story of darling Baby P.