There's something about the love of a child. Something in the way that eyes light up, when Daddy enters a room. In soft peaceful breath on Mummy's breast when drifting off to dreamland. Words unspoken that whisper their faith in you.
The trusting casual way a tiny hand, slipped into a larger one -cracked and worn - can melt away the years of worry and warm even the iciest of hearts.
Children are our miracles we are blessed with every day.
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**EDIT**
I've also linked this to 7 Clown Circus' Wordful Wednesday.
She's asked for a photo that represents Motherhood, and this one is one of my favourites.
It was taken when my baby was very very sick. She was 2 mths old and had a very high fever for days.
That fever wouldn't break, and the best thing I could do for her was to breastfeed and hope to pass my immunities onto her.
My mom took this picture, but it was months before I could look at it.
All I could see at the time was the little angel that was almost taken from me.
Now I see the little angel that I've been blessed with to bring me so much love.
**EDIT**
I've also linked this to 7 Clown Circus' Wordful Wednesday.
She's asked for a photo that represents Motherhood, and this one is one of my favourites.
It was taken when my baby was very very sick. She was 2 mths old and had a very high fever for days.
That fever wouldn't break, and the best thing I could do for her was to breastfeed and hope to pass my immunities onto her.
My mom took this picture, but it was months before I could look at it.
All I could see at the time was the little angel that was almost taken from me.
Now I see the little angel that I've been blessed with to bring me so much love.
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