The Parade

I held a baby on Saturday.

She was just laying there on the couch stareing up at me with big blue eyes; a two month old baby girl named Brooklyn.

I was nervous to hold her, but I picked her up and instinct kicked in.

I rocked her to sleep, walking around with this child in my arms as if a child always belonged there.

If there was any doubt in my mind before, there is only assurance now.

I am ready.