My apologies to Colts fans… but I am guessing that even those of you who bleed blue and white choked up when Drew Brees held his son Baylen after the Saints’ victory. It was a moment to make grown men cry– like the time that Olympic sprinter pulled his hamstring and his dad helped him cross the finish line. My slightly teary -eyed husband took the moment to remind me that he had wanted to name our first born “Bailen”– a combination of letters from all my sisters names– but I had bailed on Bailen at the last minute on the grounds that it was “not a real name.” Who’s crying now?
Way to go, Saints!
Embracing my Chaos, Lian