You fell from my womb and into my arms, pulling and stretching my heart with your tiny hands. 

My heart made new, raw, and beating outside my chest.

You are the gifts I always wanted.

The Hope of the World.

The beauty of the Universe.

On the days you made me a Mama, my heart was reformed in the shape of you. 

And my love for you, a love that will never die, was born in the depths of my soul.

Birds are singing.

The breeze is blowing the curtains gently. Sunlight filtering through, just touching the edge of the bed.

I didn’t mean to drift off.

Little bodies, breathing with ease, curled in each arm.

I inhale the familiar scent of them, my babies.

I watch their little chests rise and fall.

There is a sink full of dishes, toys on the floor, and piles of laundry.

But I lie back onto my pillow.

Baby breath on my cheeks is more pressing.

You are my heart in human form.

I see you, my love.

All of you.

So wonderful and beautiful.

All the pieces of you that make up one perfectly imperfect being.

My heart is filled with the light of you.

Time passes too quickly. The feeling of rocking you is still familiar. The weight of your body nestled perfectly in my arms.

My breasts are still heavy with the memory of hours spent nursing, gazing at each other as your eyelids grew heavy.

Watching you grow has been a great joy in my life and I am honored you chose me. I am humbled by the lessons you have taught me. And I am grateful for all the love between us.

You inspire me every day and I imagine you moving forward armed with your insight, empathy, and incredible sense of justice all set to the score of Star Wars.

I carried you in my body, quickly and quietly.

I will carry you within my soul forever.