I love Elizabeth's eyes.
They are big and blue and vivacious. They shine in delight as she peers at the strange world around her. They dart back and forth as her curious mind absorbs sights and sounds. They sparkle with good humor as she smiles and coos at us. Even when she was only a few days old, I looked into her eyes and saw them brimful with life.
One of the most awesome things to me, when I look at Ellie, is to think of her as a person and not just an infant. Yes, she is tiny, and her biggest accomplishments so far are to squawk, drool, and accidentally roll over. But she has an entire life ahead of her-- the intense, overflowing life I see in her beautiful eyes-- and who knows where it may lead? She has the same heart and soul of the woman she'll be in fifty years.
Maybe this is why I enjoy babies so much. They give us a moment of Eden:
the hope and potential of a human life before any corruption creeps in.
In a baby's round face you see the image of God in its purest form on
It's incredible to think of my daughter's whole existence bottled up, for now, in such a small body. Just waiting to unfold.
It unfolds a little more every day. I'm glad I get to be here for that.