My newest homeless friend waved at me as I pulled into the parking lot. I hoped to pass out hand warmers and toe warmers along with Christmas cards to those attending the Christmas Eve breakfast, and of course, hang out with my extended family.
Once I parked, I joined him and saw the tears streaking his face. I quickly moved into mama-mode. “Today’s tough, huh? Talk to me. Who are you missing?”
“I’m missing my son’s first Christmas. He’s only a few months old.”
“Are they here in...