The Fourth Miracle

Your fingertips, covered with hot pink nail polish.


Your gray-blue, stormy eyes.
 

Your rosy morning cheeks pressed against mine.


The way your lips disappear when you smile. Where do they go?
 

Your corn silk hair, billowing behind as you run very fast to catch your sister.


Your voice being little as you strum the banjo-uke.
 

Your voice being very big as you release the larger-than-life emotion inside you.


Your small, strong hands holding my face as you tell me about something important.

Your energetic little legs, covered in bumps and bruises from the trees, scooters, bikes and walls you conquer.

Your lashes, as they fall gracefully, peacefully to your cheeks while you sleep in my arms.


Your bright mind, recalling conversations and songs from weeks and months ago.

I loved you before you were born.
For a brief moment in time, I was told I might not hold you or know all these wonderful things about you. My heart still stings as I recall the time. We were given a miracle. Truly we were. Maybe you know it. Maybe that's why, at such a young age you seem to live life to the very fullest. 
Perhaps it makes me all the more aware of the beautiful little things that make you who you are. We will love you forever. Our lives would be incomplete with out you,
darling little four year old.