To Look at a Baby is to be Grateful it wasn't Aborted

   I looked over at little Cielo, cradled in the arms of her uncle Brian, and wondered about . . .
   Abortion.
   Would we, as a society, really have chosen to say it would be quite all right if she had never been born? 
   Looking at a precious baby, and realizing it could have been aborted, is to shout praises that it wasn't.