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