“Maybe crazy is just the word we use for feelings that will not be contained.”
– Anna Quindlen
My heart may burst just from thinking that to them I am wife and mother.
I dreamed it for years – being just his – and after so many dreams, it came true.
Striking and strong, with the easiest laugh, still swallowing the truth that he’s mine.
Never give up on your dreams, not ever – especially the dashingly good ones.
My Olivia changed my world, of course, in every small, sweet way.
The light in her eyes is visibly real, and with just one look I am filled.
Abide near light, the truest of kinds. It just makes your self glow brighter.
If crazy is it, then crazy I am about being his wife and her mother.
