Watching you sleep, I am humbled by the concept that you were formed right underneath my heart, sprouting legs and arms, eyes and eyelashes, inches below my skin.
While inside, you listened to my heart. Steady. Constant. A sound of comfort in a world of overwhelming and continuous change.
Now as you lay here sleeping, it is I that listens intently at your heart. Steady. Constant. A sound of such pure comfort and contentment.
"I have been entrusted to your care from birth;From my mother’s womb, you have been my God" psalm 22 10