God knew me before that moment. When I was born in pain, was a true blessing. Here it gets tricky- my memories lost from birth to five or so.
Birth is no entitlement.
I learned to bless myself by six, never sure why. There are blessings that come like seraphim, and cherubim. Ones that rest in friendship are always a true blessing. But there must be billions that hover from nonrecognition- waiting, not dissolving till brought from hover to landing resting forever in God's chosen.