This is going to be a very short entry because I’ve spent a good portion of the day in the presence of my lovely one-week-old granddaughter, who is quite possibly the most elegant baby I’ve ever met. Her cry is barely a whimper, her eyes already able to gaze directly into yours, her snuggly little body a perfect fit. Even her arm movements are graceful. And she had the good taste to sleep all the way through dinner so we could eat and visit.
She’s beautiful, and I love her. Unfortunately, her parents are moving across the country so it may be some time before I see her again. But it will be an even longer time before I forget the feeling of her in my arms, the soft downy head that just begs to be stroked, the sweet, slightly sweaty newborn smell that surrounds her like an aura.
As the saying goes, babies are God’s opinion that the world should go on. And looking at this precious grandchild of mine, I can’t help but believe the planet will be safe for quite a while.