How much can I love?
Before my daughter was born,
I thought love could be measured.
I thought love came from a finite heart.
Ani proved me wrong.
When she was born, a spark exploded.
It lit up a bottomless well.
I cannot explain my love for my children
to myself, much less explain it to them.
When you love, you allow yourself to be vulnerable.
Vulnerable to incredible joy and sometimes
incredible sadness.
My children, regardless of where they are, keep my heart going.
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