I keep crying. I cant help it, to let the tears fall is freeing. But this isn’t because I’m upset, its because I’m so happy. I feel so loved & cared for. I couldn’t imagine my life without him. Everything has changed for the better. I wish I could take him to college with me. I wish I could take him everywhere—I want to show him my church, my work, my English class, my room, my voice lessons, my heart and mind. I want every part of him to know every part of me.
apples: story of my life.
a child’s skull before losing baby teeth
…..why does this creep me out!?
because it’s disgusting. my kid is off to the orphanage this afternoon.
I feel as if the stars could explode & the moon could disappear & none of it would matter because I’m so happy. Genuinely happy, the kind of joy that doesn’t just happen— the kind that you think can only exist in your imagination until it starts to happen in real life. If this kind of happiness can actually exist outside my head, then who can say that the stars won’t explode & the moon won’t disappear?
I’m so full of love, I feel as if I could fly. Like I’m stuffed & overwhelmed by such a sweet emotion, like there is room for nothing else but passion.
Although the flowers were brought by chance, they did not arrive by mistake. They’ve lived longer & more beautifully than I ever could have imagined it. They only blossom & grow. They are so full of life, so alive & true, so colorful & vibrant, & red & purple & white. They can live without rain & they never go dry.
I love everything. I love life. I love you.