Focused and intent, you labored with ease. Your husband said you looked just like you look when you are deep into a good book. The power of intentionally placed words to create a moving account can pull on one’s heart strings to create a melodious love and desire for life and beauty in the purest form. My Dear , it was in the thicket of a dreamy vignette where you found yourself in this labor. You were lost in the story, focused on the moment and attentive to the detail. You read quietly as the Great Author wrote down the beat and intensity of your contractions and pushes. You let Him lead you in this labor journey and in doing so, the tapestry of the script was full of grace and peace and calm and beauty. Your husband cheered you on through each leaf, gently caring and encouraging you. He looked at your face with such love and adoration, calling you “Pretty.” When the chapter turned and your son entered the world, the words of joy, elation and celebration danced off the page. A proud Daddy announced your baby is a boy and a relieved mother embraced her son. In the quietness of the moment, and as a family, you gave thanks to the Word Himself. Praise be to God, for the Lord was glorified on your son's Birth day.
