When my midwife handed him up to me and I looked into his face for the first time, I saw myself.
His face was mine and mine was his. I was surprised by this because, like I said, I had expected to be looking down at a little Drew and instead there were my eyes. There was my face.
That night I washed my face before bed and as I patted it dry with a crispy hospital towel I saw my face in the mirror for the first time since Westley was born. I did a double take because I saw my face in a different way than I ever had before. I saw Westley. For the first time I felt proud of what I saw. For the first time my first response wasn't to go to what was wrong with what looked back at me, my first response was, surprisingly, love. I felt content. Bloated post-prego moonface and all. I loved what I saw because I finally saw that what God made was good. He made Westley, he made me and what he made was beautiful.
I don't know if I would have ever seen this without Westley.
What a sweet little gift he is in so many ways.
Speaking of gifts I have one for you.
An 8x10 poster design you can save and print for yourself or a friend or both. Whatever you'd like.
The quote is actually a lyric from an OAR song called Home. Because when I see Westley's face I remember my own. What that means to me is I remember who I am. Same goes for Drew. When I see his face I remember my own. Their faces make me feel home. Their faces remind me of who I am and who I am becoming because of them.
So to accept my gift to you, just click the image to make it large, drag it to your desktop (or right click to save) and then you have it to print!
Also in case you missed it and are interested, here are the links to Westley's birth story: