The gift of his arms

She's resting in the arms of her father.

Safe and happy, belly full.

I wished she would be able to remember

the hours he has spent holding her

and feeding her.

His arms warm as

he keeps her close.

He holds her until she drifts off to sleep.

She will peek through every now and then

and make sure he is still there. and he is,

as he will always be.

The one that feeds her

and loves her like only a daddy could.

He is gentle.

He is soft with her.

Just like he is with me.

When he holds me, sleep also

comes easily because

I feel safe and warm

in his arms.

Today I'm so very thankful that

God picked me to be his wife.

That God picked him to be the father

of our children.

I will be able to remember

the time each of my children has spent

in this loving mans arms and I will tell them

over and over least they forget the gift he is.

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