White Smoke

I don't think I'm ready for Benedict XVI. I haven't quite gotten over the fact that John Paul, my Pope for my entire life, won't continue to always be Il Papa. Maybe Benedict will be wonderful. I hope so. But on my birthday I'll always be thinking of John Paul, and how I never sent him a card, and remembering lifting Becky piggy-back to get a better glimpse of him at the Christmas morning address. Welcome, Benedict...maybe I'll see you again, John Paul.