"Be careful when You build His body, Father. He must have everything complete. He is so delicate now. Add some more of that here. Okay, maybe a little more of that here. He must have perfect limbs so he can run next time. He must have great eyes so he can see Us too in the future. That heart there, be careful," the Spirit was in His usual nagging Self. After all, He has been "overseeing" the molding process and has to function as the Reminder all the time.
"Don't worry, I got this. I have been working on so many of them since existence. They are part of My very own Flesh, remember? I have his very own mold in My mind and heart, since the beginning of time. Now, let's add a dash of sweetness into him," the Father said.
"How about a great measure of courage and boldness? Some perseverance too," The Son added.
"Oh, I love what You both have suggested, now some free and joyful spirit will make all these even better," the Spirit looked at the little baby that was chuckling.
WOW, he looked amazing and astounding. They really loved what they have molded.
"Now, a look from his earthly father mixed with his mother. Let's see who we should choose to be his father and mother, the always-present angels for him on Earth," they were busy looking through the lists and scanning on some candidates.
"Okay, set! Hey, why not we add some surprises for his parents? Like some cheekiness and always a special physical features. Oh I know, a blue eye and a brown eye maybe?" the Spirit was rubbing His hands, with something up His sleeve in planning.
"Hahaha, You! Always with surprises, but I guess that won't hurt," the Son actually agreed!
"PERFECT! Now, it's My turn! The most exciting part, calling him into existence!" the Father breathed His spirit into what they have molded together. They looked at who they have created in delight, smiling with great pleasure.
"Go forth, Dylan. Bring Heaven with you," they kissed him goodbye. "Know that Heaven will always be your home, and We are with you wherever you are."
Seconds later, a baby was born with the loudest cry ever. He was brought into the arms of his earthly angel, his mother. He looks heavenly and beautiful!
"Darling, look at his eyes!" the mother exclaimed.
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Freewrite is a prompt writing initiated by @mariannewest and @improv to write a free-flow post without correcting or editing. I checked out her post to really get what it is before I jumped on the bandwagon. Basically, there is no right or wrong, just let the mind and fingers do their work, to find our creative self and let it come out of us.
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