This is baby Milo. He is the son of dear new friends of ours. Like Sammy he is an adoptee, transracially. There is a bond between these two that is palpable. They radiate joy in each other’s presence. Sammy’s smile, the one he uses to engage Milo, and the one that seeps across his face when he makes Milo happy, is a smile reserved just for this special little love in his life. Sammy has commented on the fact that Milo’s skin is “exactly my color.” I believe Sammy sees himself in Milo in profound and unconscious ways that feed his heart. Or maybe that is just my projecting on what is simply a gentle young boy’s love for this sweet little being.
I wonder if in some ways, Milo isn’t the little brother Sammy thought Marcel was going to look like. Sam has often asks me why Marcel can’t be browner then he is. He doesn’t like being the “only brown kid in the house” sometimes.
I cherish Milo and his family in our lives in more ways then I can elaborate on here now. I am quickly losing credibility in the wordless department, and I have another blind date in thirty minutes across town. Time to put on my shimmer and dazzle!