gorgeous baby b

I finally did it. With my brand new passport in hand, I flew to Chicago to visit my best friend M and her new Baby B. It was a quick trip. Twenty hours. The travel was blah (storms, delays, lovely TSA pat-downs), but my oh my, was it worth it. I walked into that apartment. And M’s face was different, aglow. Joy was plain on her flushed cheeks. And that baby? Delicious. Now babies are cute, but this baby? Gorgeous pink perfection. (See Exhibit A above.) I stared and stared knowing my visit would be quick and it would be up to memory and photos. Sadly, I didn’t get to hold B as I was getting over my cold. But still. 100% worth it. Because I saw my oldest and bestest (nope, not a word) pal in the world as a new mother. I saw happiness. I saw family. I saw impossible love.

It was pure magic.

**Another shorter, snack-sized post. The idea is to limit my words so I can spend more time reading yours. If you are curious about the origin of this experiment, click here!**

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Have you glimpsed pure magic recently? Do these moments remind you that sometimes life can be so exquisitely good? Have you ever seen unadulterated happiness on the face of another?

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