Thursday, December 03, 2009

Welcome to the World

Little Thatcher arrived at four forty nine this morning, December third, two thousand and nine. Isn't he beautiful?

I spoke to his mother when he was only three hours old. She sounded exhausted, but so happy.

"Has he eaten yet?" I asked.
"No," she replied. "But he's trying."

Right out of the womb we eat. On the day we are born we have the first of many glorious meals we will share with our dearest family and friends.

I have spent all day thinking about this new little being. Isn't the world amazing?

Nothing I have done today compares to this little miracle. But what a reminder to eat, and drink, and enjoy. This is what life is all about.

1 comment:

once bitten, twice crushed said...

Naomi looks like a pre-Raphaelite beauty in this picture, doesn't she? And what a lovely thought on your post - yes, we are born, and then we eat. And so it goes.