baby     Sunday, I was in the best mood all day; and it all started at church. No, it wasn’t from some inspirational words imparted in the sermon, although the sermon was good. And it wasn’t some particular hymn that leaves you humming it all week until it is substituted by a better one the following Sunday. No, my euphoric mood was created by one of our youngest parishioners, who cooed his way through the entire service. Oh, what a delightful sound.

    And just so I wasn’t lulled into dreaming that I was on one of the best dove hunts of all time, my little friend punctuated his perpetual coo with selective and joyful babbling to remind us all who was truly at peace in the congregation.  After the service, I sought out my new little friend’s mother to thank her for my serenity. She was somewhat embarrassed and immediately commented that he had been so much better last week. Seeing a friend of mine who sat beside my little friend and his mother during the service, I solicited her opinion and she validated for me and the mother what a peaceful experience it had all been.  It really is the simple things in life that often provide the most pleasure. I’ll be looking for my little friend this Sunday.