Where Did you Come From?

Our Rosebud - 5 days old.

The outpouring of love at the annoucement of Rosebud's birth moves me deeply. It's hard to find the words to express how rich the blessing of this little life is, but a poet has done it it for me.
Proceed with caution if you're not in a private place. This poem is likely to cause leaking eyes.

Where Did you Come From?

Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into the here.

Where did you get those eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.

What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.

Where did you get that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here.

What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand strok’d it as I went by.

What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
I saw something better than any one knows.

Whence that three-corner’d smile of bliss?
Three angels gave me at once a kiss.

Where did you get this pearly ear?
God spoke, and it came out to hear.

Where did you get those arms and hands?
Love made itself into bonds and bands.

Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
From the same box as the cherubs’ wings.

How did they all just come to be you?
God thought about me, and so I grew.

But how did you come to us, you dear?
God thought about you, and so I am here.

- George McDonald

P.S. Uncommon Blonde has been polishing her photography skills in the last year. I'm impressed.