Twenty-five years ago today, I delivered my first child. How it can really be twenty-five years escapes me, for it seems to be only a few.
I remember the nurse handing me that precious bundle, and the feeling of complete awe surrounding me. How could I have been a part of something so perfect?
As I read the card my mom brought to my room, I realized the words were describing my little treasure as no other words could. It read:
From graceful lilies pure and white,
God fashioned lovely skin,
Forget-me-nots he chose for eyes,
Then formed your baby chin.
He took a tulip bright and red --
Twas one that did not fade;
A softer, sweeter little mouth
Before was never made.
Another flower next He used --
A rosebud, pink and fair;
Touched it to your dimpled cheeks
And bade it blossom there.
Then with His magic fingers picked
Two morning glories white;
Curled and shaped your little ears,
Soon they were fastened tight.
That crowning bit of golden down
Will soon become your hair;
He gathered pollen from the flowers,
And sprinkled it with care.
For dainty little fingers dear
And precious, tiny toes,
He used slender daisy frills;
A snowdrop made your nose.
This world and all within it
He created here for man;
But Baby was "God's Masterpiece"
Since time and life began!
Twenty-five years later you are still so very precious to me. I love you so deeply. Happy Birthday, Jason. I am so proud to be your mom.