BC: I love you, Grammy
FC: Henry James Martens | August 23, 2011 10:44 am 7 pounds 13 ounces 20 1/2 inches | Lovingly welcomed into this world by his family: Dad, Mom, Cole and Sadie
1: A little bit of heaven Drifted down from above - A handful of happiness, A heartful of love. The mystery of life, So sacred and sweet The giver of joy So deep and complete. Precious and priceless, so loveable, too The world's sweetest miracle, Henry, is you!
2: A baby helps us see the world through eyes of bright new wonder.
3: Babies make your heart bigger!
4: A baby is cuddles And tickles on toes, The sweet scent of powder, A kiss on the nose!
5: In a baby's touch you feel the gentle miracle of love.
6: A new baby changes all your priorities.
7: A baby is God's opinion, that life should go on.
8: Babies are such a sweet and nice way to start people
9: A baby will make love stronger, days shorter, nights longer, bank balances smaller, home happier, clothes dirty, the past forgotten, and the future worth living for.
10: There is only the miracle of this moment. Savour it. It is a gift.
11: A lullaby moment.
12: What joy comes into your heart when a baby comes into your world.
13: Babies are always more trouble than you thought - and more wonderful than you ever dreamed.
14: A baby is nature's way of giving the world another chance.
15: A baby is something you carry inside you for nine months, in your arms for three years, and in your heart till the day you die.
16: Brothers and sister, together as friends, ready to face whatever life sends. | Joy and laughter or tears and strife, holding hands tightly as we dance thru life.
18: A baby is a gift of love.
19: A baby is the greatest joy... the ultimate blessing.
20: Brothers and sisters are as close as hands and feet.
21: A home gets happier by the minute when there's a precious baby in it.
22: Nothing's as precious, or brings so much love, as a brand new baby sent from above.
23: A new baby is like the beginning of all things - wonder, hope, a dream of possibilities.
24: My Baby Boy and Me It's three AM, they're all asleep, and no one's here to see. As we rock slowly back and forth, My baby boy and me. His little hand is feather light Tucked up against my chin. I hold his tiny hand in mine, and stroke his baby skin. The house about us creaks and groans, The clock hands creep around. He snuggles closer to me still, And makes his baby sounds. I love these quiet hours so much, And cherish every one. Store memories up inside my heart For lonely nights to come.
25: All too soon he'll be grown up, His need for mommy gone. But until then I still have time For kisses and for song. Time for quiet hours like this With him cuddled in my arms, Where I wish he'd always stay Protected, safe and warm. And yet I know the day will come When his tiny little hand, will be bigger than my own. He'll grow to be a man. But until then he's mine to love With no one here to see. As we rock slowly back and forth, My baby boy and me.