Hail to you Loki for your lessons make me grow stronger

Hail Loki!

Hail Loki

Thank you Loki, for placing this child of another's womb into my arms. You made the right choice. He is a child of madness, possibly of rape, with his little brain-meats stewed in all sorts of drugs while they were still smooth and growing, his heart valves skewed before he even got born, and he is Yours. Yours from birth, Yours from his very beginning. He is Beautiful, and Good, and Tender, and Fiercely Loving, and Funny, and Perfect. He is Yours, and I am freed to love him freely, knowing that he is Yours. I love you. Thank you.

Hail Loki for all the blessings you have given me, big and small. Your lessons are hard, but you provide constant support.