Our Very Own Son
Born not from our flesh,
but born in our hearts,
You were longed for and wanted
and loved from the start.
Conceived from a blessing
sent straight from above,
Our very “own” son

 “Maternal love, like an orange tree, buds and blossoms and bears at once. When a woman puts her finger for the first time into the tiny hand of her baby and feels that helpless clutch which tightens her very heartstrings, she is born again with her newborn child.”
at last home to love
 You don’t raise heroes; you raise sons. And if you treat them like sons, they’ll turn out to be heroes

  Never afraid to be herself because those who mind, don't matter and those who matter, don't mind 

She's one special Baby,
The best of life's treasure,
And will grant and bless us,
Many hours of great pleasure.

While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about....

 No language can express the power and beauty and heroism of a mother's love.
A baby will make love stronger, days shorter, nights longer, bankroll smaller, home happier, clothes shabbier, the past forgotten, and the futu

The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one's own country as a foreign land.  ~G.K. Chestertong.