There is really no better way for me than to start on Sunday morning at Jean’s Place. Somebody is always cooing over a phone photo of a kid or  grandkid, or a dog

Robin is an even bigger squish than Sue Silverstein, my friend at Bishop Maginn High School. She just melts at the sight of a baby or a photo of a puppy.

She is one of those humans with an oversized heart, which is always spilling over. I joke sometimes that going to Jeans on a Sunday morning is like going to church for a Blessing Of The Babies.

Robin will stop anything to lean down and hug a baby, and they love her back. Babies and puppies know who loves them. This morning, as Maria and I walked in, Robin was kneeling down to talk to Tyler, who was eating it up.

Jean’s is a place of love and connection in Hoosick Falls, N.Y., a town on hard times. It’s a great antidote to the awful news we are offered. I’m grateful for it.

This morning, I had scrambled eggs and home fries, both cooked perfectly, and a cup of decaf coffee that tasted like the real thing. Robin looked at my puppy photos and a video of Maria belly dancing. It’s odd, but I always want to share the important things in my life with her.

She seems to really want to know. There are not many people like that.

I got my six muffins to bring to the Mansion aides. We kept a big bat corn muffin for ourselves.

I’m the Muffin Man, I told one of the aides this morning. She looked at me strangely. She had never heard of it. I gave one to Nancy, Bert and Georgianna were sick and not available.

Robin overflows with love, it just pours out of her. She is having a tricky time in her life right now, we had a long hug when I left.