I Believe in Babies

There are a couple of thoughts that cross your mind when you hold a brand new baby for the first time. The first is wow. You experience this incredible feeling of peace and joy. The second (probably more specific to your relation to the baby) is that you cannot believe that you are so lucky to witness the single greatest miracle of the world and life as we know it.

As I held my new nephew in my arms for the first time this afternoon, I was and am undoubtedly certain that there has never been a more perfect, strong, beautiful thing to happen to the world. Without feeling hesitant or at all boastful, I can say that there has never been a better baby born than him.

The wave of love that washes over you when your little sister hands you her first born for the first time is remarkable. It's everything you share as siblings magnified, ultimately. I can only imagine how she's feeling about her child. If this kind of love and pride is in me, what must be going through her mind?

A huge source of this pride today is watching what a natural mother she is. I never really thought about it before but it hit me today as I watched her care for her child in a way that no one teaches. She has just the right touch, just the right tone of voice. He knows exactly where she is in the room, even at ten days old. I am in awe of the bond of this family. The feeling you get when you watch them I can only inadequately liken to seeing a perfect sunset that gives you the reassurance that every part of what you are seeing is meant to be. There is no other place or time for these three people than right here, right now.

Should this little boy ever read this, I would want him to know that he is the most perfect, most loved and most beautiful thing I've ever met.