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My soul is stirred every time I look at my son. I am sitting here trying to find the words to explain this feeling, but nothing comes to mind. I am so overcome with emotion. He is beautiful. To think that he began as a little seed and blossomed into this beautiful being is breathtaking. Only Jehovah God can do this. I am just in complete awe. This beautiful baby boy is MINE. I carried him and nourished him within my belly. I fell in love with him as soon as I saw that positive sign on that little stick. I waited for him for 9 months and went through pain to get him here. I will never forget when our eyes first met, his tiny hands and feet...and the way he smelled. I will never forget when he first latched on to my breast. His tiny little eyes and nose and the tiny little sound he made as he was drinking mommy's milk...and the way he smelled. I will never forget that. I will always hold that close to my heart. Now he is almost 11 months and all I can do is sit here, eyes welling up with tears, as I look at my child. I love everything about him. This is MY child. I just feel so honored. Thank you Jehovah for this beautiful gift.

Night Night

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