Birth, it's simple and miraculous all at the same time. Simple in the terms that a women's body is engineered for giving birth. The labour is not in any means simple, it's hard, unbelievably hard. Which is where the miracle part comes in. After all the hard labour. Being graced with a living, breathing, healthy baby boy is miraculous.
Once home from the hospital exhaustion sets in, but pure joy is also revealed. I would spend endless moments just staring at him. Getting to know his little features and memorizing his cooing sounds. Time would slow and these moments were cherished. The smell of your skin, the touch of your tiny fingers and your little morning yawn. Are all, hopefully, stored away to be remembered forever.
Pure JOY, simple and miraculous.
0 comments:
Post a Comment