Tears of joy streaming down everybody's face. He's finally here. The child they've been hopelessly and desperately praying for!
They loved him dearly and fiercely. They took amazing and dangerous care of him. They kept away all that could hurt him or kept him away from all that was natural and good for him. They planted safety in his soul that he was scared to death. They hushed his tears and saved many more for him to come. They provided everything and took away everything.
Trying to crawl down his cradle, his parents would rush towards him "oh, little angel, we've got you, we've got you." They would always carry him. They wouldn't bare the idea of placing this piece of heaven on the floor.
They held him high, higher than he should be.