Last week, I was on a walk in the early evening.
A few crickets were still singing. The moon had risen.
I walked past a group of people clustered together on the sidewalk.
They were passing a baby around, taking turns kissing her feet.
Every time a new person held her, kissed her, the baby laughed uproariously.
It was the most beautiful thing: pass, kiss, laugh; pass, kiss, laugh.
Even if the baby doesn’t remember this moment, she will carry it deep inside of her for the rest of her life: the moon, the crickets, the kisses, the laughter.
She will feel that the world has magic in it.
She will know that she is loved.
How wonderful and wondrous is that?

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