Monday, December 19, 2011

Still And Always

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
Describing us.

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.