A baby will make love stronger, days shorter, nights longer, bankroll smaller, home happier, clothes shabbier, the past forgotten, and the future worth living for.
A new life begun,
Like father, like son.
Here's to the bright New Year
Like one, like the other,
Like daughter, like mother.
A generation of children on the children of your children.
A lovely being scarcely formed or molded,
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.
Every baby born into the world is a finer one than the last.
Father of fathers, make me one,
A fit example for a son.
-Douglas Malloch's toast
for fathers with a son or sons
Grandchildren are gifts of God.
It is God's way . . .
Of compensating us for growing old.
Here's to the baby-man to be-
May he be as fine as thee!
Here's to baby-woman to be-
May she be as sweet as thee!
Here's to the stork,
A most valuable bird,
That inhabits the residence districts.
He doesn't sing tunes,
Nor yield any plumes,
But he helps the vital statistics.
May he/she grow twice as tall as yourself and half as wise.
So that our children will have wealthy parents.
"The stork has brought a little peach!"
The nurse said with an air.
"I'm mighty glad," the father said.
"He didn't bring a pear."
We haven't all the good fortune to be ladies; we have not all been generals, or poets or statesmen; but when the toast works down to the babies we stand on common ground. We've all been babies.