I remember going to Viscaya Museum & Gardens, in Miami, when I was six months pregnant. Even though I am someone who usually enjoys going to beautiful places, I was not planning on visiting this one. At least, not on that particular day. Here is how it happened though: early in the morning, my aunt mentioned that the gardens were breathtaking, and my spontaneous self decided to head there by lunch time since I was already going to be in the area. Yes, just like that.
Even if I had lots of fun and probably took a thousand photographs, I do not necessarily think of the place when I hear someone mention Viscaya, but rather an interesting encounter with an old man, on my way back home…
As I was waiting for the train going northbound, a bald octogenarian approached me and said, “God bless you, ma’am! Just by looking at your belly, I can tell you’re having a girl.” I smiled and confirmed. He continued, “I have two daughters, myself. They’re the best things that ever happened to me. You are going to love it! See, when you’ll hold your baby girl, and be able to gaze into each other’s eyes: that’s the closest you’ll ever be to God. I’m telling you, young lady…. I guess you just have to be a parent to understand…”
If I did not go to Viscaya that day, I would not have met the old man. Every time I look at my daughter, I melt, and think of how right he was! I am a parent. So I guess, now, I know.
Plus, I can think of numerous other cases where one needs to be parent, in order to understand.
Anyway, Sugar and I have embarked on this new journey, and we are enthusiastic about what the future holds for us, to say the least. So cheers to that!
Hely ❤️