I’m sitting in the dim, quiet living room listening to the sounds of the night. A distant siren. A snoring dog. And the peaceful breathing of a hot, sleeping baby against my chest.
I’m resting my head against hers as I type. It’s the perfect warm pillow for my cheek — complete with that new-baby smell and silky wisps of strawberry blond hair. She breathes peace and patience into my serene, still moment — and suddenly, I feel compelled to email a coworker a brief apology note for a snappy moment this morning.
It’s a powerful thing, a baby’s breath.
It just might be the secret to world peace.