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What Babies Do

I think babies save us every day.

I think babies make it impossible to stay frustrated, angry, or sad.

I think babies are tiny angels that God sends to remind us how to live. I think babies make giant cowboy hearts crumble when they say, "my dad."

I think babies cause stoic mamas to fold in on themselves when they say "me an you" and grab Mama's hand.

I think babies eating their entire supper all by themselves are more exciting than any T.V. show, sporting event, or gossip chain. I think babies tell us our own stories and give us understanding.

I think babies bring hope and purpose.

I think babies are a porthole to Heaven.

And I can't wait to get home to this baby, in particular.

Posted by Stacey B. at 6:41 AM


