With the holidays upon us, my memory can't help but reel back a few decades. Our parents were still alive, all of their grandkids were young, and those big, noisy family gatherings for Thanksgiving and Christmas were anticipated with excitement. Sure, giving and receiving gifts at Christmas time is rewarding and fun (in that order), but what I truly miss is 'the noise, the laughter, the chaos, the loved ones' (section 2 of my book). And I remember when our daughter and son were precious little bundles of joy. The elation my husband and I felt when our family became 3 then 4, and then complete. Don't misunderstand though - returning to the past isn't my wish, I'm simply reminiscing. So, I've shared this poem before that you'll find in the same section of my book. But because these images have come to life once again, I'd like to share it one more time. I hope you don't mind, and perhaps, you'll relate to my nostalgic frame of mind...
First Breath
With every new miracle of life
answers aren't scripted in the stars,
but I knew since your very first breath
my life would become yours.
Through innocent eyes and curious touch
each new discovery you shared,
your smile grew bigger than the sun,
your heart's elation declared.
You stowed dreams in the clouds,
imaginings rose higher than the heavens.
Cuddling you in that first euphoric light
made me fall in love with you in seconds.
Life has blossomed into delight and wonder
in every part of its glowing greatness,
and with each ounce of my being,
my enduring love for you is ageless.
© Lauren Scott, Baydreamerwrites.com – All rights reserved.
The first 3 photos of our daughter, Stephanie, and the last 3 of our son, Michael.
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Our babies are now 32 & 28, so they're not babies anymore,
but I suppose they will always be our babies no matter their age. ❤️
I appreciate your visit today and wish you a wonderful week!
~ Lauren 🩷🙏
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