when she was new... I was thrilled by the idea of herwhen she was less new...I was overwhelmed by being the mother of her
when she grew bigger...I was tired from the work of her
when she grew older...I was filled with the love of her
It is love that lives in your bones
It is love that fills your skin
It is love that is the air you breath
It is love you wake with, dream with
It is love that is without thought...
It is love.
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