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.
Crap. You’re not pregnant are you?
No no no no no no no no no no. No.