Love is living life in ever growing and encompassing circles of compassion.
I have witnessed your highs and many lows. No surprises left.
You were the first to say it back, like this: “I love you, too.”
My unsinkable Amazon warrior, strongest woman I know, laboring dusk to dawn. My son fast as lighting fetches whatever I need.
I never could have known that loving my children would be more like stone cold ruthlessness.
“Who needs Santa when you’ve got good old Dad?”
Sometimes, our greatest love stories don’t actually last.
Love isn’t real unless it changes us forever.
“I’m happy. I love myself. Life is good.”
With every touch and declaration, my chest swells.
A girl’s never too old to love her dad.
So much f**ing love you think your head is going to explode.
On the nights we’re not speaking we lie, faces to opposite walls on the edges of the bed, each determined not to crumble first.
Because we love each other enough to dare to dream.
Losing you as my best friend is killing me.
They cut the cord and he howled.