Peggy the fertility goddess in Moscow

Peggy, the fertility goddess who lives in my purse, was with me when I fell in love with a little boy in Moscow. He is completely amazing. It’s all amazing. I feel as though puzzle pieces are fitting together. Things are carefully planned, but also seem to fall out of the clear blue sky with no warning. I guess that’s how all this goes. How life goes. The first time I went to Moscow I had my heart ripped in two, when we were unable to adopt the little boy we’d come for. I was heartened to learn, on this trip, that joy runs just as deep as heartache.

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