This is a family. The baby lies, delicate as a flower, on the velvet red couch between proud parents. Daddy plays with his daughter: holding one end of a scarf. She grasps the other end in tiny fingers, and they pull the fabric back and forth in a dance of silent communication. It is a tug-of-peace. Mama gazes on adoringly, singing silly songs in a voice as sultry as summer air, occasionally pausing to laugh at her own silliness, and theirs. This photo is one of love as an activity, as an action. It is a blessing enacted in this singular moment. Likely enough though it will be oft repeated bestowing grace on others who are gifted with luck such as my own.
