Sunday afternoon, Trey and I attended the funeral for the step-father of a friend and colleague of his. It was a joyful celebration of life. 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. 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. She was quiet, and happy, but getting more bored by the minute. I scrunched up my mouth, I wiggled my nose. I winked at her, I stuck out my tongue. 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. The two ladies sitting behind me were making goo-goo eyes and grinning. 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.
I guess it takes a village to love a child. To keep her smiling and happy and healthy. And you’ve got to admit, making silly faces at babies is pretty good for us older folks too.