True Love

Good morning! (or afternoon, or evening, or whenever you happen to be viewing this post). Today I have decided to enter the end of The Summer of Bloggerly Love over at Michelle Simkins blog. The challenge is to write a TRUE story about some kind of love. Since I want this super cute fantasmic pink heart -

I am going to share a story of platonic love (this not really a platonic story, but it's not romance either). The entries need to be e-mailed, but I wanted to share mine with you.

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First Sight

The day I found out about you I felt queasy in my stomach. There were so many questions and no answers. Others had been through this before, and I expected them to know how I felt. They didn't. No one could know how I felt about you.

My head was still spinning the first time we went to the doctor. How was I going to do this? I didn't know if I was ready. Yet, I had made the choice. There was no turning back now.

A salt and pepper image and the thump of your heart. I thought you where beautiful, even then. I didn't feel worthy to have you in my life, and now I could see that you where a living, breathing, thing -- something I helped create.

The more time that passed the more I wanted you with me, not just inside me. I wanted to hold you and smell you and feel your little fingers curl around mine. I wanted to know what you sounded like, even if all you did was cry. I wanted you to know how much I loved you.

The moment you where born you took my breath away. I still remember the first time I held you to my chest. You felt so small and fragile I was afraid, but I knew I was going to do the best I could.

I made a promise to you then, a promise that I would always love you. I want you to know that, becasue it hasn't changed. Not even when you make me so mad I want to curse. I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world.

After all, that's the meaning of motherhood.