Myla Ryan Fletcher has been alive five months and there's been no posts. Here she lies, or rather rolls, kicking, jabbing, at my feet cooing her song and contently gumming a wooden toy. She makes being in the moment so easy. Her peaceful, patient spirit creates ease with everything concerning her care; everything concerning her. Her very presence is enough to smooth my energy.

I look at her and a smile, so giving, shines back at me. Asking for nothing. Her eyes radiate love and genuine acceptance. I nuzzle kisses on her squishy belly, then under her chin roll and contagious giggles effortlessly chime in my ear. The purest of noises echoing through my senses cleansing all worries, all fears, and successfully eliminating the monkey brain chatter of 'i need to do this, did i do that?'

She makes being in the moment so easy. I could stay in it forever.

I look into her eyes and understand 'the windows to the soul' cliche. It's like an open, free for all, channel. I can feel all the good, all the positive, all the love in the whole universe. It is humbling and empowering all at once.

If Samuel's infant lesson to me was learning how to be present, being patient in the moment, surrendering, then Myla's is non-judgmental acceptance, openness to receive and give love. With Myla's gift, now it is clear to me, love abounds. It is circular and re-creates itself. If I can see the love in other people like I see it in her, the love in my life increases and then is more easily transferred to others. It is not a struggle, it is natural and feels right.