How lucky am I to be surrounded by miracles…where every day is a surprise…
and when I want to be reminded of this…all I have to do is look into a baby’s eyes.
In a world that too often seems riddled with hate, pain, death and strife…
looking into a baby’s eyes reminds me of the miracle of life.
It’s not only the way a baby looks out at me that makes my heart begin to spin…
It’s also all the things I see…when I am looking in.
In a baby’s eyes I am constantly amazed at all the miraculous things I see…
I see magic, I see beauty…I see innocence and purity.
I see wonder, strength and courage as my gaze they happily return…
I see wisdom, curiosity…and a willingness to learn.
I see eyes that will grow wiser with knowledge absorbed throughout the years.
I see a lifetime filled with joy and laughter…and a sprinkling of tears.
In their eyes I see a future…just beginning…it oftentimes makes me numb…
as I see all the possibilities and the promise of the miracles yet to come.
As I look into their eyes and see this vague but grand design….
I wonder what they’re thinking…when their eyes look into mine.
I hope when babies look at me…when into my eyes they stare…
they will always find love and kindness and acceptance waiting for them there.
If they can find these in all they eyes they see as each day they continue to grow…
It will prove a comfort to them wherever in life they go.
And perhaps when they want to be reminded of miracles…
They’ll know not to search the heavens…
or the skies
they just have to find the nearest baby…
and look into their eyes.
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