Of Size and Significance

Every time I would hear of a baby being born there would be all these people romancing the miracle of birth. And quite frankly I found the lines quite corny. I wouldn’t understand why anybody would click fifty pictures of their baby (who by the way looks the same in each one of them) and post them on social networking sites. And I’d categorise it as post-natal hormone overdrive and keep it at that.

But there was something different about this one. I’ve been friends with her for a couple of years now. I knew her when she was single, I knew her the day she wondered what love was, I knew her when she cried in love, I knew her the day she got married, I knew her the day she announced she was pregnant and I think that’s why when I found out a little girl was born, it was like a rush of warmth through my entire body. This baby here wasn’t just another little person, it was blood flesh and emotions of a person I’d met and lived with for years. She isn’t just a beautiful pink chubby angel – she’s my personal little cherub of insight. 

Dedicated in love, soul, spirit and essence to baby Rianna.