Happy 5th Family Day March 29, 2006 From my journal they day we met There is no preparation for the first sight of your child. I studied your face, fingers and toes. I held my breath as you sighed, laughed when you yawned and wondered when you grasped my thumb. I could not get my fill of looking at you. There should be a song for mothers to sing at this moment or a prayer to recite. But perhaps there is none because there are no words strong enough to name that moment. Like every mother that sees her child for the first time, I was overcome and bereft, exalted and ravaged. I felt the world stop for just a second to bow itself to our union.
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