There was a get-together Tuesday evening chez Mabel Watson Payne for pizza and presents, cupcakes and kisses – in honor of the early-summer birthday of this baby's California grandmother.
Yet from these pictures (I am ashamed to say) you would never guess what the occasion was – because I inexcusably and completely abrogated the job of documenting it.
But Jesus (and Mabel's grandmother) will forgive me, I think, since there is such a sturdy, self-evident excuse for the apparent neglect – viz, my exclusive absorption in the fathomless face you see here.
I can never do it sufficient justice and I can never stop trying.
