Love

Dear Love,

My daughter, Love. Happy birthday. Today marks 19 years of unconditional, filled to the brim, pay attention to every day, moments of love. Each day for all of your years, I have known my role as your mommy was to care for you, raise you up, and step back as you make your way. Stepping back, but still beside you. For guidance, laughter, support, those “Mom, guess what?!” happy and less happy phone calls, those expressions of confusion and enlightenment as you grow and continue to create the life you want to live.

You have heard me say to you “I love you so” countless times. For me, it is a boundless sentiment but an unworthy statement, not quite capturing the enormity of how I have been blessed by you. I am accountable to this parental love I have been gifted.

Peace and gratitude, Love.

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Figuratively / Literally

My heart, broken in 2011 (dramatics aside, pangs and pains most definitely took up residence in my heart), has this day, August 25, 2015 been left in NC with my child. I wasn’t certain I would survive the jagged edges of grief these past few years; Now I wonder at embracing the jagged edges of joy for my child as I forge forward singularly.