How often does a pair of little baby feet like these stomp at birth? Leaving deep burrowing prints in the snow or sand ? It has been 3 years since I kissed these toes and I am telling you life grows and grows and crawls out of your embrace and picks what he will grab onto for a second or twp. Don't you think that a newborn baby is the closest thing to pure that we will ever know. The closest thing to God that stills our breath and humbles us at the same time like nothing else can. Cause all this pain and suffering we wear like a coat is something we put on to protect ourself from the storms of life. But the gift of a child is for everyone it is empowers us at the source. there is a burning innocence in the cooing of a tot that dries bitterness right up. You believe in the power of right once more and you swear to defeat all the bad in the world if it were your own. And the only thing you require for helping them is a big wet sloppy kiss on your face or a grin or giggle when you shudder and grimace and holler is that a pooopie diaper and they laugh at you.
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