He came one week and one day early. He came quickly, so quickly that his dad and midwife almost missed his grand arrival. “He’s here,” the nurse yelled while everyone else was still trying to get ready.
Yes, he is here. My sweet, perfect son is finally here and he has forever changed my world making it an infinitely better place.
That night, watching my newborn son sleeping soundly, I wanted to pray. I wanted to thank God for this incredible gift, but I was at a complete loss for words. There are no words powerful or strong enough and all I could do was whisper, “Thank you, thank you, thank you” over and over in the quiet, dimly lit hospital room.
There is so much to say about the birth of a new child, but words continue to fail me. My emotions are too high and my love is too strong and too new. These are days not to make sense of the miracle of childbirth and the beauty of childhood, but rather to just sit back and let it all soak in.
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