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“See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that in heaven their angels always see the face of my Father who is in heaven.
(Matthew 18:10)



An image of you, perhaps transcends reality.
How I pictured you in my mind, before you were born.
Your curled limbs, in perfection reflect beauty.
Those things that are wrong, only make you unique.

They said you would die, and yet you breathe,
You grow, change, and live.
When you laugh with us, it pleases me to tears.
The way you watch your sister, so present in the moment.

We are so proud of you, son, it hurts.
You are ours for now, but His forever.

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  1. Anush, this is beautiful! This stunning fiery seraph cradling a baby brings cheerful thoughts. Special babies need special angels. Maybe that's why seraphim were created with six wings - they are multitasking, they have their wings full! ;-) And your hymn to life and your resistance to fear is powerful! Thank you!

    Love and special prayers to little Lion!

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  2. This is intensely beautiful, just as your experience with Leo is a more intense version of what all parents go through with their children. Thank you for these reminders of love, reality, blessings...

    Susan

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