Larsen's Loop

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.

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.)