I shy away from the hokey, teary mom stuff usually. But sometimes when I am rocking my 14 month old baby girl to sleep...her face looks so peaceful that it reminds me that there is a world beyond this one. A world where goodness and virtue grow like flowers in a garden, and only the purest souls can dwell there.
Babies seem "straight from heaven". They capture the innocent and goodness that was lost in the world. They are so unscorched by the harsh rays of this world's unending pelting of bad news, war, sarcasm, and idiocy. They just...exist in the moment. No wonder our souls are touched by babies and often moved to tears.
I love my baby girl. She is heaven on earth, too me. Even on the nights where she screams her head off half the night...I wouldn't send her away for anything.
