you are perfect.
i play with your ten toes, run my finger over your soft skin. perfect.
they said i'd never tuck you in at night, never kiss that button nose of yours, never sing you to sleep. they said you'd never make it to my arms.
and here you are, my arms full of a perfect miracle. a miracle Love made. i clutch you closer. my cheek against yours as you breath soft. i count every breath. i think of all the moments, all the days, minutes that they said would never happen. and chest heaves, tears well with thankfulness for every second, every poopy diaper, every cry in the night. this is what i prayed for. to hold you in my arms. this is what i fought for.
looking at you, i stare straight into the face of God's goodness & mercy.
you were born a miracle. every chromosome knitted together by His knowing hand, every hair counted. against all the odds, all the impossibilities. you were born, perfect.
i will never stop thanking. i will never stop treasuring you.
you are the child that miracle birthed little livi verona.
wear life bravely for you are the one we fought for.
"heaven blew every trumpet & played every horn on the wonderful, marvelous night you were born."
~ nancy tillman, on the night you were born