My niece is four months old. Her name is Brenna. She is amazingly gorgeous. I have no way to go about adequately describing the magic thrall that she kept everyone in the whole time. Normally, I’m not a huge baby person. I mean, I recognize when they are being cute, and like to smile at them, and even hold them occasionally, if offered the chance. But I don’t run around goo-goo-ing and ga-ga-ing at every one that I see. And as far as having any of my own someday, the jury is still out on that (I’d wager eight of those jurors are against it, three are undecided, and one has a bunch of good points which may sway the opinion of the others eventually). But anyway, yeah, with Brenna, its different. Like, you see her, and you just want to make her smile, because she makes you so happy to be around and look at. And she seems so happy too. Even in the midst of crying (which she seemed to hardly ever do), she would stop and smile at strangers or family members at the funeral and so forth. Boy o boy, is she great.