Beatiful things can come from the dark.

Last week one of my best friend welcomed the most precious gift anyone could receive, a beautiful healthy perfect baby boy! As I cannot wait to watch him grow up and spoil him with everything I got. I am reminded that one day he will grow up to be a young black man. This baby doesn’t know hate or what it is to be seen as less than or judge by the color of his skin or his by sexual identity. He only knows love! He only knows that people want the best for him! He doesn’t yet know that some people might judge him solely based on the person he loves or the color of his skin. I hope he NEVER has to learn anything different. I hope he is free to go where ever he wants, love whoever he wants, and is afford all the same privileges of being human. Babies aren’t born with hate in their heart. Hate is something that is taught and learned. My hope is people get educated. My hope is people rasie their children to love others unconditionally. My hope is that kind wins. My hope is to treat humans as humans. My hope is that this precious baby grows up in a different world and he knows the people who love him the most did everything to help change that.