Eye lights

I’m a baby person. I admit this fully, upfront, without shame. When a newborn hoves into view, I am immediately drawn to it and I surrender to the need to coo and cuddle. Sometimes, I have been able to smell a baby on the premises at twenty paces (I’m not kidding about this). People often remark on how I look when I encounter a youngling, and usually this is followed by “You know, you should really have some of your own,” or “So… when might we expect a little mini-Zura?”

I know this look. There is a certain light that enters my eyes when kids are near and I can feel it physically straining against my laughlines, washing my entire visage in an Eau de Motherhood. Interesting, that.