Baby Blues.

I saw you stumble down the hall this morning.

Your sweet face glistening with the bright new day.

I don't just wonder, it amazes me, children children and what they see.

I sit and wonder just what you're thinking, when I catch you listening to a brand new sound.

You seem to find the music in the simplest things.

You should have seen you when you first heard me sing.

Baby blues, I gotta dream for you, baby blues, you're part of me.

Baby blues, I gotta dream for you, baby blues.

I tend to marvel when you play with those old things.

To me they are nothing, to you a pot of gold things.

I thought you're supposed to learn from me, but you're the teacher, I wish I saw as you see.

And oh what wonder when I find you sleeping.

Your head on my shoulder, I don't make a sound.

I just sit and wonder what my life will be, when I am older and you're not around.

Baby blues, I gotta dream for you, baby blues, you're part of me.

Baby blues, I gotta dream for you, baby blues.

I saw you stumble down the hall this morning.

Your sweet face glistening with the bright new day.

I don't just wonder, it amazes me, children children and what they see.

Baby blues, I gotta dream for you, baby blues, you're part of me.

Baby blues, I gotta dream for you, baby blues. (Baby Blues, Roby Duke)

Lea and I sat for an hour last night and watched video footage from when Taylor was about 6 months old. My parents helped us buy what seemed to be like a 40 pound, 8mm video camera. We were so excited. We videoed Taylor eating, sleeping, not sleeping, playing in his first snow, playing with our first dog Higgins, watching Andy Griffith, watching Bill Clinton's inauguration, watching it snow, taking a bath, learning to crawl, saying BaBa and MaMa and DaDa and really just looking at him for hours. We talked in funny, silly voices to Taylor and each other because we wanted to, because we enjoyed it. I would zoom in really close on Taylor's sweet face with our fancy, new camera. There would be long stretches of time when he was just looking around in his big new world, just being. I stared at the screen last night in awe. We watched Taylor growing.

I got to do that today too.

I sat with Taylor this morning at Big Al's in Nashville for breakfast, but really so that I could watch him grow. Taylor and his bride are days away from baby girl being born. We are waiting. We are praying. We are excited. We are quiet. I wanted to see Taylor one more time before their life forever changes. It's a holy intersection. There is unbounded joy and expectation as you await this precious new life and there is also some grieving as you depart from your pre-children marriage time. Both belong. Both change your life forever.

And so, as I looked into those Baby Blues one last time this morning before strong, beautiful Ashley labors in hope, I drank it in. I see you Courage Finder. Soon you'll look into her Baby Blues or Baby Browns or Baby Hazels and you'll know. You'll know. I see it in your eyes.

Baby blues. Your sweet face glistening with the bright new day.

You're part of me.

Her face glistening with the bright new day.

There's more.