#26
Babies
Babies
It's not my blessing, per se, but there have been some seriously cute babies born this year. There's nothing quite as inspiring of hope as a baby. Not only are they delightful little bundles of therapeutic endorphin rushes, but there's so much potential hidden in each tiny being. Perhaps one of them will compose a beautiful symphony someday, or cure a virulent disease. Or save the world.
And even if they don't--if every one of them just lives a quiet, unremarkable life--that's worth something too. It's worth something that they're here now, defying the popular doom-and-gloom outlook with every adorable attempt to eat their own widdo feet.
So don't feel bad, 2016 babies. When you hear your elders say that this year sucked, we will always mean: Except for the part where you came in. You were the bright spot that made the whole year worthwhile.
And even if they don't--if every one of them just lives a quiet, unremarkable life--that's worth something too. It's worth something that they're here now, defying the popular doom-and-gloom outlook with every adorable attempt to eat their own widdo feet.
So don't feel bad, 2016 babies. When you hear your elders say that this year sucked, we will always mean: Except for the part where you came in. You were the bright spot that made the whole year worthwhile.