O, sacred days, and there have been many, though none like the gift that He now has sent me. Precious the prize my eyes now behold; embraced in my arms, in my heart and my soul. Gratitude reigns, prior fears ephemerally fade. For when Divinity’s clearly near one cannot be afraid. The future seems enormous; potential beyond dreams. The present peacefully sleeps amid tomorrow’s radiant beams. Beauty’s boundaries broken; the word’s been ill-defined. Before my child had Liv’d, the world was all ways blind. Delicate elegance has graced my gilded page, to watch her and to cultivate at every cherished stage. A sigh of sweet contentment escapes me at every turn. Thanks was graciously given the day my baby was born.