Morning warmth spreads through the house with the sunlight and

Silly baby squeaks and raspberry tongue sounds slide down the hall.

I smell her sweetness at the nursery door,

Baby powder, formula, clean diapers folded neatly in a basket and scented baby wipes.

I peak through the crack in the door to catch her unaware

In the act of just being a baby, so honest and true.

A well-worn bear hangs by one arm over the side of the crib,

And Isabelle’s tiny hands clutch the top rails.

A toothless grin and sparkling eyes

Greet me and the morning with unconditional love.

She knows no conditions.

A baby’s love is free in its simplicity and truth,

The way God made love to be.

We could learn a lot from babies