I have a weakness for babies. Period. Today, little man Tripp came to visit for the first time —stroller and all — and quickly made my office into his personal playground. Students who stopped by, smiled and knew to come back later. We were in the midst of “important business”.
I held Tripp in my arms, and he was not quite sure what to make of me. He was curious about my glasses, and my mustache, or at least it seemed that way.
He spent the better part of an hour playing on the floor, munching into a toothbrush that was sloppy with spit, and the proverbial teether that is every moms go to crutch for a teething baby. He cooed aimlessly amusing us all with his antics.
When my children were babies, I couldn’t wait for them to grow up. Now that they are all grown up, I miss those baby years, and the sheer innocence of their uncomplicated lives.
I loved my time with the little guy today. Loran has promised to bring him back soon to visit. I can’t wait to hold him again, and cherish those moments of total abandon.
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