What is love? I always wondered. I tried. I failed. I tried again. I learned. I had kids and they broke open my heart and taught me a mother’s love, fierce and true. And then came the big lesson, in the form of this guy. Electrodes and staples and dried blood and defiance. My friend Cathy might call it a God wink. I can see that. My friend Beth might say this is all f’d up. And rightly so. My friend Kim might give me two points for the positive post. I accept. My parents might tell me God finds a way. For sure. All I know, tonight, is that the house smells like the bolognese sauce I’m making, the boys made it through a hard night, and this guy relies on me for his whole life. What is love? Maybe it’s this.
❤️ looks like love to me.
really honored to receive your writing, Diane. thanks for sharing and letting us witness.
Most definitely. You all are surrounded by it in all its forms.