“She lifted her hand and placed it on his chest, the exquisite little heartbeat radiating through her touch. Helen smiled, realizing she had found in this soft bundle something strong—unconquerable, even. Something greater than any obstacle they might face as they made their way through the dark night. It was his soul, the unspoken words inside him that he wasn’t quite ready to tell her, but oh, they were there.” StrengthBabyWordsObstaclesMotherhoodGentleHeartbeatUnspokenNewbornUnconquerable Book:The Ocean's Daughter : Source: The Ocean's Daughter :
“And sometimes, if she was brave enough, she would turn to the memories of little James. Not the end, but the days before. When she would slide her pinky into his open palm and his tiny fingers would close tight around it. He would peer around the room with his brand-new eyes, and Helen thought that perhaps after the womb, this dark, tight space probably seemed about right. He was wonderfully oblivious to the danger they were in. She became his protector, and for those days, that was all she was. It changed everything. It changed her. And somehow, he in turn protected Helen. He was the sun that couldn’t reach them—he broke away the darkness. As she thought of him, of those red curls and blue eyes, Helen found herself feeling the warmth from him, even though he was gone.” LoveHopeLossGriefBabyChildGuardianRememberingNewbornProtector Book:The Ocean's Daughter : Source: The Ocean's Daughter :
“In each life, there come moments that feel as though they are a seashell from centuries ago caught and preserved in stone. All that is beautiful is there in full detail. And we are allowed to marvel as though time isn’t slipping away from us, as though it will always be here, in our hands. That’s how Helen felt as she cradled the newborn in her arms and looked down at his tiny sleeping face.” MomentsTimeBeautyBabyTreasureAweNewbornMarvelPreciousSeashell Book:The Ocean's Daughter : Source: The Ocean's Daughter :