As I was looking at this picture and thinking about what to write, I wanted to find a poem about reflection and children. Then I remembered a poem my Aunt had written for my daughter when she was born. As I read this peom I realized something, which I have known but often need to be reminded of. This is not my daughter that I am raising but God's. I need to reflect on that a lot and remember there is a bigger plan here then just mine all the time.

Little hands so sweet and small. Are the wonder of us all.
Sent from Heaven, just this day. Your Beauty and innocence are a welcome ray.
Eden Belle the name you bare, into our hands with loving care.
Thank you, thank you, Father we pray.
Help us send this child back someday.
Give us wisdom to lead and guide, to give her strength to turn the tide.
Within her heart her beauty will come, touching all and lifting some.
Give her courage to hold onto the rod.
Let her be known as a daughter of God.
From Great Great Aunt Peggy Watanuki
3.27.07