A more perfect poem could not be found for our Rebekah Sunday: the following was found in a Helen Exley Giftbook my Mom gave me for Christmas in 1998, My Daughter, my joy…
A daughter. An astonishment. A perfection.
The newest thing in the world.
So small. So packed with secrets. And every day brings fresh wonders – for every smile, every gesture is an enchantment. Everything is unexpected. (Quick! – see what she’s doing now!)
Her face lights up when you – most ordinary you – come into sight.
Your songs delight her. You are the one who can soothe her into sleep, drive off her terrors, lever her from tears to laughter.
She is so beautiful, so funny, so eager, so resolute.
And she loves you with all her heart. No one has failed who has so dear a daughter.
Pam Brown, b. 1928