|Angel with his mother and father after the service|
A couple of hours later, I attended the fiesta to honor Ángel. I experienced a warm, embracing welcome that will remain as a beautiful memory.
Still working on formatting my book for Kindle. It has been 2 weeks now. It is not easy.
|Lupita and me|
|Ángel waiting for his mother to cut the cake.|
|The entrance to the fiesta was intimating. This aunt chose to inch her way down.|
|These couple of tables comprised about 1/3 of the family gathered.|
|A toast with candy|
|dishing out the jello drink to go with the cake|
|I was one of the early arrivals and when I asked about a baby in his mother's arms, she handed him to me - to share the love. He was 23 days old. In Mexico, newborns are not secluded, but passed around to be kissed and loved.|