Lil' Soldier

As I watch your father, my son, hold your 3 lb. 9 oz. body over his heart~both of you were content. Already you knew each other well. I can't believe you were born at six and half months into pregnancy yet had no health problems! Your lungs working at 100%, I see you as a miracle, but your father changes that perspective. He makes just as much, if not more, sense. Looking down at you with eyes full of love, he then looks at me and softly says, " He's already proven he's a soldier." Yes Lil' Soldier, you are tested, tried, and true. You are a strong and lucky lil soldier. You couldn't have been born to a more dedicated, loving, and profound father than the one you got. I delight in knowing how much he will add for you to develop into the whole, well rounded, spectacular person you will be. Without question. And you will be all that~plus much, much more. Nothing less, no doubt. You already came into this world in a class all your own; made your daddy so proud; and astounded and amazed an old crippled worn torn soul with what I know, already, you will do in this life. So, Lil' Soldier, from afar I am cheering you on as I listen, watch, wait. Know that I am forever here for you if you ever need or want me. And I find solace in knowing that I created, from scatch, a man, a black man, a good black man who knows more than me, who is better than me, who sees way more than I saw, and has much more to give you than I could give him... And he deserves a lil' soldier, Exactly like you.