Daddy held his baby girl on his chest, her head cradled
on his shoulder.
Mommy was just a seat away—just close enough for Baby
Girl to reach out to her.
And her tiny hand gently closed around a curl. Just long enough to lift it, and let it drop.
And she did it again.
Lift. Drop.
Lift. Drop.
Lift. Drop.
She did this several times, and Mommy answered her
delicate baby-caresses with a simple kiss.
The soul of the woman behind them ached.
She would have had girl, she was sure. But, in this moment, her arms were
empty. Her spirit was weak. And her heart broken.
She prayed to God to remove her sorrow as she watched in
simple admiration the picture of a family.
