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I want to proclaim it from the hilltops. After the drama of birth, we now hold our precious son in our arms – a long awaited joy that fills us with thanksgiving and awe.

How can it be that just days before his arrival, this little one was bulging from my womb, simultaneously attacking my ribs and pelvic bones? What a miracle to witness a new life that is both of me and not of me all at the same time. I was the bearer of this gift for nine months and knew him before we could set eyes on his sweet face or count fingers and toes, yet he is also a mystery. Who are you little one? What will you become? Already we notice his serenity and careful gaze, comment on his long limbs and delicate fingers. I nuzzle his so soft hair as he snuggles into my neck and silent tears run down my cheeks.

It was all worth it, I tell him – I would do it all over again just to hold you, my child. You are worth every inconvenience and pain, my darling boy, and I pray that you would always know how precious you are, that you were carried and delivered with love and that you bring your family great joy.