Being open to receive…
She didn’t know she was beautiful.
A few notes that my kids wrote me the other day:
Rock bottomfor a womanis sobbing in your friend’s arms,askingHow did I get like this? I am so smart, I am so smart,how did Iget like thiswhen I am so smart?and no amount of reckoningcan make youthink it wasnot your faultbecause you are smartYou were supposed to be betterby now
I’m not, gay. I’m just terrified of love.
It’s not just life. It’s love, as well. Life is nothing without love. Literally, figuratively nothing. It’s everything. It’s all we do, feel, see, say. Love. I love you. I live you. And so it is.
Dear new mom,