I know it sounds silly to suggest otherwise; that a baby isn't a person, but sometimes it just seems strange that this giggly, half-pint will one day go to kindergarten, ride a bike, drive a car, and go to medical school. Anyway, for starters, her name made it into an obituary. My grandma passed away and my little miss made it into the obituary. That must mean she's real and human. So, the real human came to the funeral. A lovely singer stood before us belting out Eagle's Wings. Another lovely singer, my little-miss-real-human, was also belting out Eagles Wings, although her words were unintelligible. She was squealing and so excited. It made me think..."is this the best day of her life?" And here's the thing, it just might be.
I like this about babies. Imagine if hearing Eagle's Wings at a funeral made you so excited that it was the best day of your life. And imagine if you drop your pacifier, it could become your worst day. Sometimes when she cries I think about this. I think could this be the worst thing that's ever happened to you?!
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