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Babies Babies trouble me. I am always wary about what it is that they know – that they aren’t telling us. Can their toes really taste that good? Babies are a lot like snowflakes. No two are alike. I like to think they look just like themselves. No sense saddling them with Uncle Henry’s nose or Aunt Harriet’s bushy eyebrows. Babies are life’s tuning forks. They emit a vibratory invitation impossible to refuse. They also relieve us of our normal self consciousness and allow us to be spontaneously silly. Babies love to laugh and find it amusing to make us laugh. We think that babies are dependent on us to provide what they need. Babies know that we are dependent on them – to reconnect us with what is really important A smile, a laugh, a tasty toe, a burp, a pair of warm jammies, a welcoming heart. Babies teach us to believe, to trust, to love, to rock in time to a heartbeat.. John G. Lawless

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