It’s probably a good thing that newborns need to be held constantly, because if they hoped to do anything else, those dreams would soon shatter.

Who can resist the fresh scent and bobbing head of a newborn? Who can see a gurgling newborn and not hold his arms out? They are out there, but I’ve never understood them.

We are reminded of what true innocence is, of what it means to be totally trusted, of what softness and sweetness really are.

Note: The photo of me under the deck with the Boy is the work of the Girl. It appears this is a post in which she’s absent, but she’s moving to the other side of the shutter.