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Thank you mellyjelly/drumthings for this fantabulous skin=D

We are all miracles. What were the odds against a life? Any life? All of our lives? When you thought of all the untold billions of sperm that fell on the stony ground, and the eggs beyond number that were destined to make their lonely journey unfertilised, and the virtual impossibility of any sperm and any egg ever meeting, it was a wonder that anyone ever got born at all. Every last one of us is a walking miracle.

We agree what it takes to get you. But what does it take to keep you? The baby. And the love for the baby - this big love, the biggest, the love of your life. You can't imagine how big that love is, you can't guess at the love inside you that pours out when you have a child. That's why you stay. It's so easy to walk away when there's no baby. You just go. There's no anchor, no ball and chain. But then there's a baby and it's impossible.

Paulo believed in romance. He believed that love could last a lifetime. He still believed that he could have it all with Jessica. He believed in Jessica and himself as a couple, despite all that aching longing for something they had never had, despite the sadness, and the secret tears behind closed doors, and the hurt that chewed them up alive when his mother yet again smiled and yet again asked them when they were going to start a family - as though the pair of them were currently just a cheap impersonation of a family.

You can love a baby without even knowing her. But not an adult. You can't love an adult without knowing them, can you? You can't even like them very much.

How much can you give up for the person you love, and still keep loving them?

This is the best thing in the world. But he didn't have the words to tell her that the baby also measured out the distance of his life, that little he or little she was a reminder of his own mortality, and nature's way of telling him that everything in this world comes to an end.

The Family Way by Tony Parsons

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Every sunrise, speaks of your unfailing love

Every nightfall, your faithfulness

(Everything Within Me)

The universe is at Your feet, gives You praise evermore

The stars will light the sky for You

Always, God be praised

(I Adore)