But isn't it interesting that a baby's list is probably longer than anyone's because they really can't do most things, and yet they're the most perfect creatures and maybe the most admired people on Earth.
And while they can't do much, they're always looking up, and their eyes are filled more with hope than discouragement.
I've been thinking a lot lately about all the things I can't do, but wish I could do; the things I don't do, but know I should do; the things I'm not, that I wish I were. And then I'll look closer at these photos of my kids, Magson in particular, and sigh with amazement at all that my 10-month old, 24-pound, crawling/standing baby of mine teaches me. He reminds me of how far I've come in life, and that I should take joy in the little accomplishments, cheer others on in their successes, look up and hold on to hope. It's neat for me to think that every person was a baby once-- a perfect, innocent and beautiful baby-- and that we all have the potential to make it in life.