Tip-toeing, I peered in on my little one to see if he was ready to get up. Religiously each morning, he throws one stuffed animal after another out of his crib until he is left alone. This morning however was different. I saw the pile of fluffy beings on the floor, but no smiling face peering over the side, waiting for me. Instead, I saw my sweet little one clutching one of his precious playmates, a miniature baby doll. Rocking it, turning it, being ever so gentle with it, he examined his new friend and decided that the baby was different than the other fluffy creatures. He found something to value, to keep. With the heart of a one-year-old, my baby has learned that life is to be valued. Babies are to be loved.This is a quality to nurture.