Life is a flame that is always burning itself out, but it catches fire again every time a child is born.
You never understand life until it grows inside of you.
A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
A new baby is like the beginning of all things—wonder, hope, a dream of possibilities.
There is such a special sweetness in being able to participate in creation.
Babies are bits of stardust, blown from the hand of God.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
The most important thing she'd learned over the years was that there was no way to be a perfect mother and a million ways to be a good one.
Making a decision to have a child—it's momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.
Being pregnant is an occupational hazard of being a wife.
A baby is something you carry inside you for nine months, in your arms for three years, and in your heart until the day you die.
Pregnancy is a process that invites you to surrender to the unseen force behind all life.
Giving birth and being born brings us into the essence of creation, where the human spirit is courageous and bold and the body, a miracle of wisdom.
A baby fills a place in your heart that you never knew was empty.
Life is always a rich and steady time when you are waiting for something to happen or to hatch.
A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.