Poetry/Short Stories Sacred moment September 18, 2017September 18, 2017 rhythminlife A mother’s hands gently Holds little baby for the first time; Pure, precious, perfect and fragile! Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
I believed I held a miracle for the first time when my first son was born – couldn’t stop smiling, thanking God, and being amazed with the gift of motherhood! Reply
I believed I held a miracle for the first time when my first son was born – couldn’t stop smiling, thanking God, and being amazed with the gift of motherhood!
That precious miracle that allows us to instantly forget the intense labor pains.😁
such a miracle!
It is a beautiful miracle Indeed.