you are a real person, living in this real place, and just as beautiful.
your mom carried you around in her belly, she fed you before you were born.
she took care of you after and after and after and after
all the wise men traveled to see you, the cows mooed and the donkeys said hi
above the angels cooed, the stars twinkled and the clouds parted so we could all see better
not because you were capable of magic
but because you just being here, all by itself is a reflection of the best magic of all
the miracle of life.
when your jeans rip or you slip on ice or lose your phone on a snowy day
because those wise men are still bearing gifts, the angels are still in awe
and the good Lord is still bragging, quietly to himself, saying
look what I made.