You were in my womb, all warm and safe, growing like a carpet of wild
flowers on a hillside; a microscopic seed, planted in love, nurtured with
all the tenderness and care my body could yield. Slowly you developed tiny
little stubs that gradually evolved into arms and legs, then delicate
fingers and toes formed to finally complete the fetus you had become.

As the months passed, your heart continued to beat rythmically, forcing the
life giving blood through your threadlike veins, as your small body
continued to complete the work begun by the master artist.

All the weeks you were nestled safely in the warm environment of my womb,
you could hear my heart beat, feel me touching you, as I sang sweet songs
to my yet unknown child, waiting to be a part of the miracle of birth, to
have a name, a gender, a special part of me, yet a special person with you
own character and being.

Now you are grown with children of your own, but no matter how old you are
or how far the distance is between us, I still feel that same warm,
nurturing feeling that I had when you were still a part of me. The cycle
goes on, life giving life, love giving love, all a part of God's great
plan. My desire is that you might still feel a little of that warmth, and
being a part of me, as you once were inside my womb.

As long as my heart beats, it will pulse with the rythem of my love for you
as if you were in my womb still. In my heart, I still nourish the love
that made you grow into a masterpiece, the miracle of birth that made you unique.

There isn't another person on earth exactly like you. That makes you very
special, but you're special to me, because God gave you to me to raise in
His love, to worship and praise Him for His imcomprehensible love for us,
each person a masterpiece of His creation.

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