As I gaze from east to west, my eyes searching the horizon, I realize that for just a moment, I can’t see you. Yet, in that brief instant, my attention is captivated by something far more precious—the sight of a small, delicate baby.

“Hello, how small the baby is,” I whisper, marveling at the wonder of new life. In my mind’s eye, I can see those beautiful little hands, each tiny finger reaching out to explore the world with curiosity and innocence. And those plump lips, like cherries ripe for the picking, hold a promise of sweetness and joy.

How adorable is the baby? The question lingers in the air, the answer apparent in the softness of their features and the purity of their expression. There is a magic in their presence, a warmth that fills the room and touches the heart.

In that moment, time seems to stand still as I drink in the beauty of the baby before me. Their innocence, their vulnerability, their sheer existence—all remind me of the preciousness of life and the miracle of birth.

From east to west, my gaze may wander, but it always returns to the baby, a beacon of light in a world filled with uncertainty. In their smallness lies a greatness beyond measure, a reminder of the boundless potential that resides within each and every one of us.

As I marvel at the sight before me, I am filled with gratitude for the gift of new life and the opportunity to witness its beauty firsthand. From east to west, the world may spin, but in this moment, all that matters is the baby and the joy they bring.