Every Time A Baby Laughs, An Angel Gets Its Wings

Claudia The Baby is unique, I’ve always known that.  From the second I held her tiny newborn self in my arms and she looked up at me, sleepy but in wonder at the world, I knew she was a force of nature unto her self.  What I didn’t know was just how amazingly unique she truly is.  This is because Claudia The Baby has done something that nobody in history of the known universe has ever done.

She stole my boyfriend’s heart.

Now before you go off thinking, “Of course, she stole his heart, she’s an adorable baby for goodness sake.” You don’t know Bob.  To say he is not a baby person would be like saying there is no snow on the surface of the sun.  Yeah, obvious.  At Bob’s brother’s wedding, his own nephews refused to sit near him, instead they sidled next to me, complaining about him during the entire ceremony.  Yeah, I know.  He drove his niece to tears on the very same day, commenting that she needed to watch her weight or risk turning out ‘like her mother’.  She retreated to the bathroom in tears until I barged in, sat on the sink and informed her that Bob was a total a-s and to ignore him, I’d make him pay for this thoughtlessness as only a long term partner could.  She was 16 and thought me hilarious.

So, Bob doesn’t do babies and babies don’t like Bob, especially after they can start to talk which Claudia The Baby is on the brink of doing.  

So, imagine our collective surprise when Claudia The Baby came for a day so I could watch her while my daughter worked.  Before I could hold her up and let the two of them greet each other, she ran straight into Bob’s arms, forcing him to pick her up.  He stood there, mildly astonished, while she sized him up.  Poking at his three day old stubble with a tiny baby finger, she burst into gales of bubbly, baby laughter, her sapphire blue eyes sparkling.  She did the very same thing right before leaving with her mother that day which caused Bob to remain rooted to where he stood as he pondered this new reality of his, replete with a baby in it.  Claudia The Baby had sealed the deal with her indestructible, inscrutable baby charm.  Bob was smitten, spending the next few days declaring Claudia a ‘great baby and a really good kid’.  He talked about her coming out to visit in Virginia and how we could take her to the Washington zoo and Bush Gardens.  He mentioned that we should definitely get over to the Carter’s baby clothing outlet in Williamsburg; she was growing so fast and would be requiring new sleepers any day now.

Oh yeah, smitten. 

And while again, nobody but my family finds this absolutely astonishing, it truly is the talk of my inner circle. 

What I take from this amazing turn of events is this: There really are miracles to be found.  Cancer survivors take note, there really are miracles out there.  After all, even Claudia The Baby knows that every time a baby laughs, an angel gets its wings.