Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Love...

Love.

It's deeper. It's wider. It's stretched to the fullest inside of my heart.

It is in her eyes as she cries for daddy.

It is in his face as he sleeps.

Love.

It is a rushing river, flowing over time.

It is as wide as the sky, as blue as the robin egg.

It is.

Mother's love.

It is fierce
and wise
and kind
and more.

It is holding tight and letting go.

It is trusting and breaking with sorrow.

It is the heart that sings of things yet to be.

The wide reaching vision that sees beyond what we will see.

It is the reaching out to Hands that love.

And reaching to hold hands that need.

Love.
It is.

Motherhood is
love
grace
dedication
nurturing
and heartache.

Love is
and I am in it.

Immersed like a baptism in the water of family.

Love is motherhood.