A Mother's Song

On the wall in the maternity ward at the Heber Valley Medical Center it says, "Isn't it a miracle that every mother has the most beautiful baby in the world."  I love that.  There is nothing more precious to me than Will, Annie and Paige's sweet angel faces.

I feel very humbled that my Father in Heaven has trusted me with three of His precious children.  Knowing this, I can also see how much faith He must have in me.  This gives me such strength and courage on those days when I feel like I'm not good enough.

Mother's Day doesn't feel like a day that I should be celebrated.  Quite the opposite- I feel like I should celebrate them. 

My heart is like a fountain true

that flows and flows with love to you

as chirps the lark unto the tree

so chirps my pretty babe to me 

There is not a rose wherever I seek

as comely as my baby's cheek

there's not a comb of honey bee

so full of sweets as babe to me

There's not a star that shines on high

is brighter than my baby's eye

There's not a boat upon the sea

can dance as baby does to me

No silk was ever spun so fine

as is the hair of baby mine

My baby smells more sweet to me

than smells in spring the elder tree

A little fish swims in the well

So in my heart does baby dwell 

A little flower blows on the tree 

My baby is the flower to me

Ten thousand parks where deer do run

Ten thousand roses in the sun

Ten thousand pearls beneath the sea

my babe more precious is to me.

-Sabine Baring-Gould