September, 2023
He said “Mummy Love You’ a week or so ago, for the first time. And he held my gaze in a way that made me believe he knows how precious a word it is.
And I think my heart grew bigger. Or a dormant seed was watered. Or something broken was mended. Or a fire lit.
I felt like the rings of a tree. Like drifting clouds. Like water when it runs over sunkissed rocks in a shallow stream.
For just a moment I felt the feeling of the word. And it reminded me of all that ever was or will be. Of peace. Of purpose. Of hope. Of wonder. Of enchantment. Of Love beyond measure before it is dampened by the hard shell of human society.
And I wondered what life could be like if there was more space for this. For Love in its purest form. For soft words floating through a summer breeze. For bliss.
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