I finally realized why birth is really called the “miracle of life.” That fuzzy picture from the sonogram suddenly comes to life (and onto your digicam). One minute the baby’s inside the mother kicking merrily, and the next minute she’s in the embrace of her mother’s arms. What was so overtly hidden for nine long months is now being proudly showcased for the world to see. Suddenly, there’s a face never seen before, a name never uttered before, and love never quite felt before.
It’s amazing how much you can learn from newborns: their innocence, their serenity, their delicacy... the things we’re all born with, that we lose somewhere in the shuffle of growing up. What’s even more incredible is the depths your heart reaches by a simple gaze into a baby’s eyes; just when you thought that you had love all figured out, comes a precious little life that a doctor gently places into your hands and says, “She’s all yours.” You wanna promise her the world, protect her from all evil, shower her with so much love, and almost hold time still… because a moment this beautiful comes only once in her lifetime.
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