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Dear Reader,

Bundles. That’s what babies are. Each one is a wrapped-up surprise package, a bundle of hopes and tenors.

Our failures cease to exist in their love. They love us unconditionally, and we see ourselves through their eyes. We become that all-powerful. good person who knows everything, who can solve any crisis, who fills our child’s heart with joy. Their love makes us do anything, brave everything, to keep them safe. For those few moments in time we are perfect for at least one person in this world. Well, at least until they turn into those equally fascinating creatures known as teenagers!

For our children we reach out to the world and look at it differently. For me, my son became a small vessel I could fill with all the fairy tales and myths I’d loved. He gave me a chance to again read books that I’d grown too old for. And, night after night, I told him stories, always with a brown-eyed boy as the hero. Sometimes he would tap me on the shoulder as I drifted asleep and beg. “Don’t stop. Keep telling the story.” And, captive to his delight, I would continue.

Children teach us to view the people in our lives in a new way. My love for my husband deepened after I saw how our infant son reached in and with one powerful, baby grip grabbed and held on to my husband’s heart for the rest of his life, enriching it and giving it meaning, changing him.

Reminding us of life’s fragility, our babies teach us to fill each moment with love, to make every moment count. They are a gift, these babies, our bundles of incredible joy.

With affection and joy,