You were created on April 11.
Who could have known something so perfect would spark life on that blessed Friday?
I remember that day. I remember the phone call, my love.
You were one of the six.
We pieced you together, Rowan. What a stunning puzzle you are.
Our masterpiece. You are so beautiful. How did I get you? How did I find your Mary piece? How did I become so very lucky?
I love you. You are my joy, Rowan.
I ask loved ones, “Does she know I’m her mommy?”
They say yes, and I know it’s true. I just like to hear them say it.
I could not have created something so remarkable if I tried. Thank you Jesus.
Her eyes are HUGE. They look grey – perfect. Her button nose and its rosiness. Her lashes are noticeably long – not the norm for a peaches and cream ginger. Speaking of which, her complexion …
She is flawless.
She looks pretty in pink. She really does; it’s perfect.
I mustn’t begin to describe her temperament; I’m drowning in love.
Dainty with spunk. She’s my petite princess.