On the Night You Were Born

On the Night You Were Born is a book by Nancy Tillman.  Once I read it before James was born (after I stopped crying), I knew we had to have it.  I have to have any book that at the very beginning page says:

For you are fearfully and wonderfully made... Psalm 139

I want to write down the words of the book in this post with some pictures of James during this last year and a half.  I am grateful beyond words for this precious addition to our family.  No matter what chaos and craziness and exhausted-ness comes...I am sure thankful for my life.

On the Night You Were Born

On the night you were born, 

the moon smiled with such wonder

that the stars peeked in to see you

and the night wind whispered,

"Life will never be the same."

Because there had never been anyone like you...

ever in the world.

So enchanted with you were the wind and the rain
 that they whispered the sound of your wonderful name.
The sound of your name is a magical one.  

Let's say it out loud before we go on.

It sailed through the farmland

high on the breeze...

Over the ocean...

And through the trees...

Until everyone heard it
and everyone knew
of the one and only ever you

Not once had there been such eyes, 
such a nose, 
such silly, wiggly, wonderful toes.
In fact, I think I'll count to three
so you can wiggle your toes for me.

When the polar bears heard, 

they danced until dawn.

From faraway places,

the geese flew home.

The moon stayed up until

morning next day.

And none of the ladybugs flew away.

So whenever you doubt just how special you are

and you wonder who loves you, how much and how far,

listen for geese honking high in the sky

(They're singing a song to remember you by.)

Or notice the bears asleep at the zoo.

(It's because they've been dancing all night for you!)

Or drift off to sleep to the sound of the wind.

(Listen closely...it's whispering your name again!)

If the moon stays up until morning one day,

or a ladybug lands and decides to stay,

or a little bird sits at your window awhile,

it's because they're all hoping to see you smile...

For never before in story or rhyme

(not even once upon a time)

has the world ever known a you, my friend,

and it never will, not ever again...

Heaven blew every trumpet

and played every horn

on the wonderful, marvelous

night you were born.