My Dreams

Sliding

Floating

Waiting patiently

Careful movements

Quietly entering

This world.

I dreamt

He

Would be

A son.

First born,

A gentle soul;

Fearfully and

Wonderfully made.

I loved him

Deeply

Before

He knew what

Love was.

Kicking

Somersaulting

Arms akimbo

Feet askipping.

Tumbling into

This world.

Before she had

A name

She was a dream

And I named

That dream

So that when

She came to be

She would have

Always had

A name.

True to

Her name,

God has

Graced her

With a son.

My Prayer

Little man,

Just two months old,

My prayer for you

If truth be told:

That you would come

Into the fold,

Receive the Love

That's pure as gold;

And then a wife 

To have and hold,

A love on earth

That God would mold.

He just turned two months old.  It is never too early to plan for the future of your grandchild!  
This week his great grandmother is going to see him for the first time (not counting his FaceTime debut)!