I bore a child into this terrible world - a world where you can be killed for going to an office party, or being born with a hued integumentary system. Where you can be ridiculed for loving who you love, or making an honest mistake in front of a couple hundred thousand people. In a scary world where guns and drones invade safety and privacy. Where literacy is down and poverty is up.
From here, the orchard is endowed with bitter cynicism. However, in her short stint, she has challenged me to take a larger bit out of the apple. Through the meticulous process of wrapping me around her tiny finger, she has shown me that hope, good, and love do exists (and in abundance):
She was inside someones mind as they crocheted her favorite blanket, and inside their heart when they donated it to the hospital.
She secretly commissioned the hospitals volunteer board to sing my new family a Christmas carol, wish us a Happy New Year, then leave us baby essentials - including her first teddy bear.
She persuaded teachers (that get paid once a month and during the Christmas season) to pull together to get a gift card that will go the distance.
She's figured out a way to make diapers appear by the box load.
Even now, completely lost in watching the tranquility of her sleep, she reminds me that there is peace in my Earth and perhaps the world isn't so terrible after all.