Sometimes I am so overwhelmed with the  intoxicating love in my lungs for my son. The overwhelming beats that my heart pumps out when I think of his muddy green eyes. My tears fill up in my soul’s windows and erupt down my cheeks. His love stains my face and sustains my purpose for living.
I made this little love with the man I chose. The man I love. I chose him. And he chose me back. All I ever want out of this life is a happy and safe space to feel love, and learn love, and teach love. After all is said and done, all I leave behind is my story and a memory for a precious few who really knew what my heart set out to do on this earth. I want to celebrate the different loves I know and experience. I want to teach people how to love me, and learn how to show what love is to me, always, and differntly as I grow. 

I hope you felt love this year. I hope you used every last drop of the love you have in your heart. I hope you loved yourself. I hope you learned a new way to love. I hope you filled your heart with meaning and laughter and l o v e.

Love is the almighty and supreme connector that keeps this world good. Love is an inspiration. Love is a promise. Love is a sacrifice. Love is a teacher and a student. Love is all we need.