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Sunday, October 23, 2011
Baby Boy
After a very long delivery, I am the happy Grandma to a 9lb 6oz baby boy. Mom and Dad were awesome. Mom's younger sister helped with the coaching. It was an awesome family experience. I am going to bed now.
“CONGRATULATIONS” on the birth of your baby grandson. New babies are so precious, I remember the births of my grandchildren as though it was yesterday; such a wonderful experience. This gentle, spiritual poem by Scottish Victorian Minister and writer George MacDonald describes it beautifully.
Baby poem ~ George McDonald (1824-1905)
Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere into the here.
Where did you get those eyes so blue? Out of the sky as I came through.
What makes the light in them sparkle and spin? Some of the starry spikes left in.
Where did you get that little tear? I found it waiting when I got here.
What makes your forehead so smooth and high? A soft hand strok’d it as I went by.
What makes your cheek like a warm white rose? I saw something better than anyone knows.
Whence that three-corner’d smile of bliss? Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
Where did you get this pearly ear? God spoke, and it came out to hear.
Where did you get those arms and hands? Love made itself into bonds and bands.
Feet, whence did you come, you darling things? From the same box as the cherubs' wings.
How did they all just come to be you? God thought about me, and so I grew.
But how did you come to us, you dear? God thought about you, and so I am here.
5 comments:
BIG boy!!! Congrats to all!
Wahoo! Big baby!
Congratulations Ruth and family! I'm happy for you! Enjoy the newest addition to your family.
Jonsi
Hello Ruth
“CONGRATULATIONS” on the birth of your baby grandson. New babies are so precious, I remember the births of my grandchildren as though it was yesterday; such a wonderful experience.
This gentle, spiritual poem by Scottish Victorian Minister and writer George MacDonald describes it beautifully.
Baby poem
~ George McDonald (1824-1905)
Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into the here.
Where did you get those eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.
What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.
Where did you get that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here.
What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand strok’d it as I went by.
What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
I saw something better than anyone knows.
Whence that three-corner’d smile of bliss?
Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
Where did you get this pearly ear?
God spoke, and it came out to hear.
Where did you get those arms and hands?
Love made itself into bonds and bands.
Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
From the same box as the cherubs' wings.
How did they all just come to be you?
God thought about me, and so I grew.
But how did you come to us, you dear?
God thought about you, and so I am here.
XX Molly
Whoohoo!!
I love him!
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