held

Sometimes I think my heart isn’t big enough to hold all the beauty and grief and wonder.

I was lying with My Little One on the floor this morning. Well, she was sitting and playing with blocks, babbling to herself and to me and I was watching her. And from nowhere, tears began to spill. My heart so full of love for this little person, this heart of mine.

There was a time, A Hundred Years Ago, when I didn’t cry much. But to tell you the truth, I didn’t feel huge highs either. It was almost as though not that much filtered in or out. As though a waxy paper separated me from all.there.is.out.there. These days, life rushes in and out. Beauty and heart.break swirls. It’s a lovely [and sometimes difficult] way to be.

Being open to life takes courage. [But the effect? Magic.]

Tags: baby love, connection, courage, happiness, vulnerability