In soul of every newborn baby,
words are waiting to be written.

There are words in the soul of a newborn baby, wanting and waiting to be written.

Send message to the future by writing it today!

I didn't bathe him because I was too afraid he would slip out of my hands or his belly button would open. Then one night I woke at three A.M. certain he was rotting like a chicken carcass. Only as I lowered him into the sink did I realize this was a crazy time to wash a baby and I began to cry because he was so trusting—I could do anything and he would go along with it, the little fool.

The baby's beauty lies on its' pure-hearted.

The fake laughter is an implied message.