I stood above my son's crib a moment ago
and I stroked his cheek with my finger and felt his soft skin.
I watched and listened to him breathe, his little chest going up and down.
I watched his little eyes twitch as he slept, and the motion of the passifier as he sucked.
I watched him move his arms up by his face, where he likes them best when he sleeps,
and I marveled at the miracle of life that God had created,
and wondered how anyone could ever say that he was not a life before he was born,
that he was just some embryo...
He is a life, and he has been since day one in the womb, 'woven together in the secret place' (