You sleep in arms. . .the embodiment of peace, beautiful, soft. . .my tiny miracle. I believe in you, I see hope and life in your eyes, a beginning. . . soft, warm, puffs of your sweet breath caress my cheek. . . my little star, my little champion. In my eyes, you have already won. . .
My Heavenly Father, my son, is also your son, protect him, look after him,
watch over him, neither slumbering nor sleeping.
Appear on his path, a lamp an to his feet, and a visor over his head, crown his head with good things, so that his pantry is filled overflowing, enough for his hands and overflowing to others. . .
Surround him with an impenetrable shield. May his step be confident, his smile enriching and full. His countenance kind and sure, his nature radiant, firm and full of empathy. . .
Lastly my Father, may his judgement endure in fairness and justice.
. . . from my heart to your ears. . .
Amen.
( A dedication to the mother in waiting, Kate, current mothers Mercy, Faith and Mummy. . . and lastly but preciously to the future. . .my little future munchkin, should you be a biological child, or a child of my heart. Peace and love to you all, may the radiant, protective rays of hope cling to you as you all walk down your paths in this life.)
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