"Thank you, Lord, for letting my daughter live."
I sat there on my hospital bed, a captivated smile plastered on my lips while my eyes were fixed into the angel curled on her tiny bed, and peacefully asleep.
Love swelled inside me making my chest tight until it wanted to burst from the overwhelming emotion. I never stopped thanking the Lord for letting my daughter live. I'd never been so happy the way I did now as if a thorn had been taken off from my chest.
Faith Vienne was prematurely born and yet look at how miraculously healthy she was, that she doesn't need to stay in the incubator. Those chubby cheeks of hers were fresh and red like a blossoming rose and those thin but shapely lips of her seem to curve into a smile when she's awake, and sometimes even when she's asleep.
