Labor made your parents weary.
Forty hours of labor, nine months of wondering.
All of that erased in a moment–a precious moment.
The air outside was frozen and still.
The night had been filled with a glowing, orange, full moon, low on the horizon.
You came in the soft, early morning hour,
Softly wailing at your new surroundings.
I stood outside, praying, urging God to give your mother strength.
Asking God to draw all of you closer to Him.
Thanking Him for the blessing and miracle of new physical life
And new life in the Spirit.
Your chubby cheeks, your thick, black hair,
All uniquely yours,
Designed by the Father
For His glory–a reflection of His creativity.
You are loved:
By your mother and father.
By your grandparents, aunt, uncles and cousins.
By your Saviour you have yet to know but Who knows you intimately.
Welcome, Lilly Marie, welcome.