Pink Baby

Love Comes In Really Small Packages

I marvel at the might of a baby to make a full grown man weak at the knees. What on earth rivals the ability of a new pink baby to cause a father or grandfather’s heart to stumble. It is a certainty that unconditional love is best focused through the lenses of a new addition to the family.

After the baby shower I took in the collection of girls baby bedding and other newborn booty. I felt like the kid that gets presents filled with educational toys. Where’s the figure eight racecar track. Obviously babies were a giant yawn because I was surrounded by gifts that cried ‘practical’ rather than ‘party’.

I was in a room littered with everything from clothes to a britax car seat. None of which come with remote control. There was a lot of pink in that room and the center of attention was rubbing her tummy. There was that smile. That glow that people are always talking about but I never quite understood. Until that very moment.

Long after my wife went to bed I moved the bedding collections from the table to the couch. I sat in front of the computer with a full heart and clear screen. That is where my emotional record keeping began. It ended when my daughter was born and came home from the hospital and I was officially a father.

Harmony was the preselected and agreed upon name prior to the successful pregnancy. I wrote earnestly to Harmony each day. I talked about my feelings, hopes for her future, and what our lives might be like together. I filled it with ordinary advice from an average man. Nothing overly important or world changing.

I talked about coming to terms with your life partner on all major issues prior to selecting a spouse. This included whether hitting the hamper is kind of important or is it critical to a happy marriage. I also covered how to hang the toilet paper, squeezing toothpaste from the bottom of the tube, and drinking milk straight from the carton.

It was never a great literary masterpiece or wisdom for the ages. But when I celebrated the one year birthday of my granddaughter I was surprised to see that journal reappear. My daughter and wife were revisiting it. My wife pointed out the one thing I wrote that she said made her cry. The first words are: ‘I am putting pen to paper in the name of love…’

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