Sunday afternoon, Trey and I attended the funeral for the step-father of a friend and colleague of his.Â It was a joyful celebration of life.Â We sang lots of songs – old hymns like Will the Circle Be Unbroken and When We All Get to Heaven. We were sitting in the back behind a young couple with their baby girl.Â I would say she was about 8 months old, but I actually have no concept of age when it comes to babies. If her mother said she was 3 months or 18 months, I would have believed her.
As the service went on, I found myself watching the baby.Â She was quiet, and happy, but getting more bored by the minute.Â I scrunched up my mouth, I wiggled my nose.Â I winked at her, I stuck out my tongue.Â And by the time the eulogy was finishing up, I noticed that I wasn’t the only one paying this child a lot of attention.
The elderly couple sitting directly in front of us were all cooing and smiling at her.Â The two ladies sitting behind me were making goo-goo eyes and grinning.Â Trey was even waving his fingers at the little girl.
While there were at least 2 other babies who had to be taken out during the course of the service, this little girl stayed happy and entertained and didn’t once make a peep.Â
I guess it takes a village to love a child.Â To keep her smiling and happy and healthy.Â And you’ve got to admit, making silly faces at babies is pretty good for us older folks too.