Uncle Jeff’s Hat
My baby has had kind of a rough week. You would never know it, because she rarely fusses like a normal child who is teething, but she hasn’t been quite as chipper as usual. She has had some diarrhea and is even more than usually clingy to Mommy.
Even in her brightest moments, Bella never strays far from Emily, but she has a particular apprehensiveness around men, with the exception of me and her Paw Paw, my father in law. He babysits her while Emily works. Usually, when she goes to another man, she cries immediately. This is a trait her Daddy would like to see remain in her through her teenage years, but I know that’s only wishful thinking.
At any rate, when Emily and I attended the funeral home visitation of Bill Calfee, the grandfather of my oldest friend, Jeff. My heart broke for my lifelong pal as he sat in an isolated spot grieving quietly for the man he called hero. I was glad to be there to show my love and support, but I knew there was little I could do to comfort him.
Then, my sweet baby came in. He asked to hold her, something he’d never done before. Emily placed her in Jeff’s arms. He rocked her slowly and she didn’t cry! This was an unforgettable moment. Then, he looked into her angelic eyes and I saw my friend do something I hadn’t seen all evening. He smiled.
Then, as we were leaving, Jeff playfully stuck his hat on Bella’s head and we snapped a priceless picture. When we got home, I kept looking at my baby in amazement of how she brings nothing but good into the world. I am amazed and humbled that she is mine. It took that little angel to turn Uncle Jeff’s pain into a smile, if only for a moment. Thank you, God, for my Bella!