Sometimes I think the world would be a much better place if we had all just known each other as babies.
It’s been so beautiful to stand back and watch my family and friends adore this little person whom I love so much. We all marvel at her; we all can’t believe the gift she is. We all see so much potential in her.
My sister-in-law tells Charlee how beautiful she is; and then she’s quick to follow it with, “and you’re kind, and brave, and strong, too.”
What if we all saw the best in each other? What if we all realized that each of us started in the exact same place: innocent. Helpless. All needs wrapped up in tiny hands and feet and a nice, round and soft milk belly. What if we spoke to each other the kinds of words that build healthy, awesome, resilient, compassionate humans; if we took care to find the beauty that is unique to another.
I don’t know, there’s just got to be something about this baby-adoration that can transfer to humans in general, right? I mean, it’s so strong, this love–it’s got to be able to tear down some walls while building up others.
God bless the babies we love now; and God bless the babies we all once were.