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My baby my Love
We dream of the perfect baby.
Conceived in love, born with love.
After forty weeks
ten fingers
ten toes
a healthy body
a healthy mind.

We dream...
and sometimes we get what we didn't expect~
The perfect baby
too early
too small
struggling to survive
capturing a place
in out hearts
in our lives
and changing us forever.
Showing us that perfection is there~
In all the work
In every setback
In every struggle
In every heartbeat
In every breath
changing forever
our idea of what perfect is.
~Sherry-Lynn Jamieson~
Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him.
Psalm 127:3

Sherry- Thank you for allowing me to use your poem I really appreciate it.
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