Babies are the sweetness of life. My friend sent me this photo of me and this precious one, and I just couldn’t help but write out my thoughts about babies. What do they have to do with hospitality? A lot!

Last weekend we sat around our friend’s dinner table and drank coffee, tea, and visited.

Coffee, tea, and a visit.

Seriously, when is the last time you went to someone’s house, in the middle of the day, and caught up on life?

It was a weekend, we passed the new baby in the household around the table, and when my turn came, I couldn’t help but soak in the fragrance of this little plump one.

Babies smell so good. It’s hard to ignore their ultimate sweetness, tenderness, their tiny fingers and toes. A simple thought and prayer about the hope that lies ahead for their little life.

And then the baby cries, soft at first, and then louder and louder as if we’re not paying attention–cries that come to a crescendo–and then soften when back in Mama’s sweet arms.

The truth is, I love babies.

I always have, always will.

Babies are the sweetness of life. No need for sugar in the tea or coffee, or muffins, cinnamon rolls, or scones.

They remind me that life is precious, of hope and warmth wrapped and swaddled, snuggled and sweet.

Hospitality, for me, is much better when a baby is around.

Because they reach out, without even know it, and touch the world around them with love.

When’s the last time you visited friends in the middle of the day?

When’s the last time you passed a baby around the table?