Your children are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. – Kahlil Gibran
I love motherhood. The person that I am with Laurel is the best person that I’ve ever been – the person I enjoy being. The love I feel for Laurel affirms greater faith in God and new love for myself. One look at her and I know that there’s a God.
As you lay your head to rest,
cradled in the nest of my bosom,
I wonder with awe at the miracle I see
as regal splendor blossoms in eternity.
While bathing in your precious smile,
filled with joy, I get charmed for awhile
as my prayer is affirmed
that man is not lost forever.
With a gentle stroke to your tiny face,
I catch a glimpse of myself
that helps to erase
the hopelessness I’d come to know
for I love you so.
How God must love His children even more.
O, precious, infant child of mine,
you’re all that’s gracious and divine.
You’ve the Light of the world in those sparkling eyes.
You’re one of God’s angels in disguise. – Paige DeHart
Unmasked Excerpt
Slipping Away
December 29, 1987
Paige Thomas DeHart 