My Angel

Have you ever slept next to an angel?

                                                            

My daughter is my angel.

She's light and love and peace.

She wakes me with her morning knock,

when I am sound asleep.

I hear her feet come shuffling in,

 a blanket in her arms.

I pick her up, she snuggles close.

 She's soft and wiggly and warm.

 Her soft little hands touch my face.

Her eyes alight with love.

 She gives a tickle to her Dad,

with a gentle kiss and hug.

 I ponder now on all that transpired,

and how she came to be.

I can't imagine I could be so blessed,

to have God send this angel to me.

My Miguel

First Cry,
welcoming a new life.
The sound,
heralding heavens newest arrival.

Sweet innocence,
Heaven's perfect gift.
Fills my arms
with tenderness and love like I have never felt.

Joy fills my soul,
as I look at you.
You are evidence
of God's perfect love for me.

(We adopted our son at the age of 2.  I remember looking through pictures given to us by his birth family.  It was fun to see him so small and innocent, but I felt a twinge of sadness that I hadn't been there to witness his first beginnings.  I thought about what that day must have been like, were I to have actually been there.)