B is for Babies.
The birth of a baby brings parents and grandparents bliss.
Who would fail to bustle to answer the cry of a blameless baby boy?
Maybe she is bald or bawling, but few could resist bouncing her and feeling buoyed by her butterfly touch and her beautiful blue eyes.
Will she someday wear bows and dance ballet? Will she read lots of books? Will she grow up to be a brilliant brain surgeon or businesswoman? Will she birth a baby of her own?
The boy baby begins to build blocks. Maybe someday he will play the bugle in a band. Will he grow up to be brash and brawny? Will he be brigadier general, a broadcaster of news, or perhaps a baker of bread?
Babies keep us busy, but without them, life would be, frankly, boring.
(These are photos of my babies, now grown. I do get to play with the grandbabies sometimes, though.)