|A little piece of Heaven|
And then there is a stirring in the next room where soft lullabies plays. A soft coo that sings to my mama-heart; my precious Anna, fresh from Heaven, smelling of warm milk and baby. Her tiny, perfect body, soft and unblemished. Tiny, wiggly toes, hair like velvet, pudgy cheeks that beckon my kisses, and I find my smile again. My eyes meet hers and we speak that special language that only Mama and Baby know. Her searching, reaching hands grasp my fingers. She's strong. And I realize, God-willing, these small hands, still so fresh and new, will one day weed gardens, maybe even tend horses. In the meantime, I'll relish in these rocking, snuggling, nuzzling, blowing bubbles days, these little things that thankfully make up my minutes, hours, days, weeks... I love my little blue-eyed Anna-girl. Huh. Blue eyes... Just like Grandma.