I needed to take off my shoes, as it was holy ground.
I witnessed you, in the middle of the water, with Him,
thinking it through, preparing to meet your child.
You were calm, it was quiet.
She left your womb and entered your arms
and you saw her.
She saw you.
We sat quietly as you two met, and we listened as you talked it out.
Those raw moments, again, I needed to take off my shoes, for it was
holy
ground.
She is beautiful. She is perfect. She is a gift.
You are the perfect mother for her.
