Every time I think about being able to say I have a son or daughter, I can feel a deep vibration in my core. It moves me in amazing ways that I can't begin to describe.
I love raising them.
I love that I helped to create them.
I love that they exist.
I love the way I have watery eyes as I write this and think about them.
They are me and I am them: wholly together and entirely separate.
Healthy, able, loving, giving, cherish, wonderful
Many words to describe them
They will live well because I am bettering myself. They will thrive in spite of my shortfalls.
Something just happened.
Some part of me just opened up right there.
This is good...this is very good.