The Wall

Just below the international delegate section was a wall that separated us from the local brothers below. We often went down to the wall to meet the local brothers and exchange gifts. Of course we had the designated social area just outside the stadium that we could meet brothers, but it was nice to meet at “The Wall”.

My Baby at the Wall

Our first visit to the Wall on Friday morning, we met a sister with a cute little nino. She asked in Spanish if I’d like to hold her baby. Of course I was thrilled. He didn’t seem to mind as she passed him up to me. He was the sweetest little boy, maybe a year old. I was so excited that the cutie actually kissed me on the cheek. He obliged again for Veronica to get a photo. Below he and his mom wave to us. What a precious memory.


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