A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure,

a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for

innocence on earth,

a link between angels and men. ~ Martin Fraquhar Tupper

This sweet May-morning, And the children are culling
On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide,
Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm,
And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm:—

I hear, I hear, with joy I hear! Wordsworth Ode to Immortality

And welcome that darling little Blossom Time Babe


with dearest love to Jess and Derek

sweet innocence, trailing clouds of glory....