it takes a village

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.

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