It was snowing gently the night I left you at the hospital.You had entered the world against better judgment;
broken the lease on your nine-month efficiency
and landed in a winter they’ll talk about for generations.
You were nestled on your mother’s chest in a ward
too full for fathers, not regretting your decision,
but definitely second-guessing it.
And I stayed as long as the nurses let me.
How brave it was of you to come into this world,
to put your faith in a mother and father
who were just as scared as you.
How sweet you were
to let us wrap our arms and hands around you
as a promise that we will hold you always.
It was snowing gently the night I left you at the hospital.
And I drove slower than normal,
and slower still through intersections.
Benchly'sword 
Beautiful. xo