Baby's Breath

No, I'm not talking about the flower (or weed, whichever it is); I'm talking about actual baby's breath. Is there anything sweeter than that? Today I visited a young friend (a former student with no family in the area) who had a baby a few weeks ago. When I arrived at her apartment, the baby was asleep in the living room floor on a sweet palette of blankets. I watched her sleep as I caught up with my friend, whose mother was in town briefly to help with the baby. She -- my friend -- had invited me over, and I know her mother is glad I am nearby and willing to help when necessary. I don't usually involve myself with students outside of class, but something about this young woman spoke to me. It's fine; she won't be in any more of my classes. And, of course, I'm happy to have a young family nearby to visit, sort of a surrogate for my up-north son and granddaughters.

Anyway, back to the baby, she was adorable. I could hardly wait for her to wake up so I could touch her little fingers and toes. I even had the chance to hold her and feed her. I try to remember my own children at that age, but it feels like a lifetime ago. It's hard to feel the feelings I felt then -- until I hold a tiny baby. Today was the first time since my younger granddaughter was an infant, and that was five years ago. I'm excited to watch this young girl (and her mother) grow. The sweet baby's breath is a nice bonus.