One of my favorite grabs to read with H. I think the message shared in this book is more than beautiful, it is vital. Teaching children growing up in this harsh world; that they are special, one of a kind and brave. Will hopefully teach them to be strong enough not to fall into the traps of conformity or other false pretenses society tries to normalize. That they may feel of God's love and have a desire to do his will. This is my goal, anyway. As I have read this to him, these words have brought a warm feeling to my adult soul as well. You'll want a copy in your home & one to give with every baby gift you deliver.
by: Nancy Tillman
On the night you were born,
the moon smiled with such wonder
that the stars peeked in to see you and the night wind whispered,
"Life will never be the same."
Because there had never been anyone like you...
ever in the world.
So enchanted with you were the wind and the rain
that they whispered the sound of your wonderful name.
It sailed through the farmland
high on the breeze...
Over the ocean...
And through the trees...
Until everyone heard it
and everyone knew
of the one and only ever you.
Not once had there been such eyes,
such a nose,
such silly, wiggly, wonderful toes.
When the polar bears heard,
they danced until dawn.
From faraway places,
the geese flew home.
The moon stayed up until
morning next day.
And none of the ladybugs flew away.
So whenever you doubt just how special you are
and you wonder who loves you, how much and how far,
listen for geese honking high in the sky.
(They're singing a song to remember you by.)
Or notice the bears asleep at the zoo.
(It's because they've been dancing all night for you!)
Or drift off to sleep to the sound of the wind.
(Listen closely...it's whispering your name again!)
If the moon stays up until morning one day,
or a ladybug lands and decides to stay,
or a little bird sits at your window awhile,
it's because they're all hoping to see you smile...
For never before in the story or rhyme
(not even once upon a time)
has the world ever known a you, my friend,
and it never will, not ever again...
Heaven blew every trumpet
and played every horn
on the wonderful, marvelous
night you were born.
Hawke Kai
photo by: Alanna Story