There’s a stillness in his presence
as if time itself paused to witness something sacred.
Christian, wrapped in quiet strength,
resting in the safety of love’s first embrace.
His tiny crown is not just a symbol,
but a truth whispered into his soul:
You are destined. You are protected. You are royal.
Surrounded by the hands that will shape his world,
this moment is more than a portrait
it’s a promise. A legacy. A beginning.
You can almost feel the prayers in the air,
the dreams tucked into his swaddle,
the generations standing silently behind him.
Christian is not just a baby—
he is a light. A rhythm. A story unfolding.