A baby

There's something incredible about new life.

It's like the concrete proof and the irrefutable evidence of hope. Of possibility. Of potential, in this world full of cynics.

I am a full blown quasi-aunt to a beautiful baby girl. I usually think newborns are kind of funny looking and not my kind of company, but I have fallen in love with her already, just from photos. She knows nothing of this world, a true blank canvas and a whole new life waiting to be formed.

We never get that chance in life, that much is true. No matter how new we might feel, we are never completely fresh, completely without a past. The past colors who we are to the extent that we allow. I think, I believe, that you can choose your past, though. You can choose what you allow to influence you. Usually. With all of these things I say, all of my beliefs, I also know that there are some things that I do not want to influence my life that...do. They really do. And those are my own demons, I suppose.

I'm rambling. I wanted to write a post that conveys my warm fuzzies over this pink baby girl, but instead, I am rambling. What can I say? This baby just mushed my brains.