Happy=Babies. I love babies. I love the way they sound. I love the way they smell. I love the way they soften the countenance of anyone holding them. The lines etched on the faces of Grandmas and Grandpas are softened as they gaze upon a new grandchild. Transported, they are taken back to the time they first held their own child. While those years might have been hard, stressful and frustrating, here in the autumn of their lives, holding this new life, they feel happy. Happy to be a part of family. Happy to gaze into the eyes of this new chapter to the story of their life.