From the view on my chest, I see a beautiful baby girl. Her back rises slowly with each breath, and her sweet Auburn hair smells of baby shampoo and lavender. Her eyelashes extend for miles, and her skin is flawless.
From the view on my chest, I see a beautiful baby girl. Her back rises slowly with each breath, and her little voice makes the sweetest hum. Her shiny auburn hair smells of baby shampoo and lavender, and her eyelashes extend for miles. Her delicate, pale skin is smooth and flawless.From the view on my chest, I see her getting on the bus for her first day of kindergarten. Her backpack is too large for her little body, and it’s hard to believe that such a tiny girl is ready for such a big world. She waves good-bye with anxious excitement, and I hold back tears in disbelief that this day is already here.
From the view on my chest, I see her at her middle school band concert. She’s practiced her pieces for weeks, and her dad and I exchange painful glances as we listen to her and her classmates play an off-key version of Beethoven. But we are so proud of her commitment and drive.
From the view on my chest, I see her getting ready for her high school prom. Her dress compliments her perfectly, and she looks way older than sixteen with her hair in an up do and her make up done just so. I help her put on her earrings, and pray that her date treats her like the jewel she is.
From the view on my chest, I see her graduating from college. She’s worked tirelessly for the past few years, at a major that she is fiercely passionate about. And I just know that she is going to use her major to change someone’s world.
From the view on my chest, I see her on her wedding day. Her veil lays softly over her face, and she is glowing with happiness. I hug her tightly, knowing that she is ready to be a Godly wife, to a man who will only encourage and strengthen her faith. I’m completely in awe of the woman she has become.
From the view on my chest, I see her lying in a hospital bed. And in her arms, is a beautiful little baby. She looks exhausted, but extremely content to be awake holding her new bundle. My eyes glisten with tears, with so much love and pride, knowing she will be the best mommy.
From the view on my chest, I say a short prayer. I pray that this innocent, precious little girl will prosper in more ways than I can imagine. I pray that she will approach conflict with grace. I pray that she will make wise choices, even if they are unpopular. And I pray that she will never stray from a relationship with the Lord. All from the view on my chest.
