Once upon a time, long ago, there was a very special child born to a young couple in a land far away. Although very poor, in terms of worldly wealth, they were rich in their love for each other, and for the Lord and Lady.

Now the Lord and Lady knew that there was only one sadness in this loving young couples lives, and that was that they seemed unable to have children.

The Lord and Lady got together one day, and decided that they would reward the young couple for their faithfulness to them. So they waited till the couple was sleeping one night, then they appeared in the man and woman’s bedroom.

Standing on the woman’s side of the bed, the Lord and Lady stood for a moment, gazing down at the couple fondly. Turning their heads, for just a moment, they gave each other a soft smile and a small nod. Returning their gazes to the young couple, they linked hands, and then, as one, they reached down, laying those joined hands atop the woman’s abdomen.

For just a heart beat, a soft glow enveloped their joined hands, then was gone. Once gazing at each other with soft smiles, the Lord and Lady simply vanished, their work done.

A few months later, the woman was working in the garden, gathering herbs for cooking and for her rites of honor to the Lord and Lady. All at once, the strangest thing happened! She could have sworn she had felt a strange stirring within her body, right beneath her heart!

She paused, for several long moments, waiting to see if it would happen again. When the feeling did not return, the woman continued with her tasks. She merely discounted the odd feeling, as perhaps something she might have eaten, which had not agreed with her.

The odd movement did not come again, until a few weeks later, as she was preparing the evening meal. This time it was so strong, there was no longer any doubt, something was going on.

Reaching down, the woman lay her hand for against her abdomen, and this time…something miraculous occurred. The moment her hand connected with her body, that strange movement came once more, and, had she not known better, she could have sworn, what felt like a tiny hand pressed against hers, but from within.