I just can’t stop picturing her up there, pulling God himself and the angels close and telling them to stop what they are doing. She’s vibrating with excitement, bounding up and down on the clouds with unmatchable energy.
“Do you see him? That one down there? Yes, his cheekbones are amazing. Aren’t his eyes so beautiful? That’s my baby. That’s my boy. My son. MY Louis. Everyone shush now, he’s going to sing, and he’s about to put some of you to shame. Just listen.”