The Little Things: Part 1

A Mother and Her Babe

I'm amazed at how a tiny babe clasps his mother's face in his little palms. At how he plants his small kisses all over her and grabs at her skirt, instinctively knowing her presence will calm him. He'll cry as if breath is leaving him, assured she'll pick him up, and as if he has an on/off button, he'll start chuckling immediately he's in her arms, pressing against her like he's drawing from her life force.