How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach. (Elizabeth Barrett Browning.)
I love you every second, every minute, every hour.
Your laugh is the sound that paints a smile on my face.
Your smile is the sight that warms and swells my heart.
You are the reason I live. You are the sun in my sky.
I love you even when your mood turns sour. Even when you wake in the middle of the night, and won’t fall back to sleep. Even when I am too exhausted to move, but you insist I do.
I love you even when you are upset. When your eyes meet mine, and without words, you tell me that you need me to make it better.
And then there are the really amazing moments, when you look deep into my eyes, and I feel your love. And though you have never spoken the word, I know you know I am your mom, and there’s no one in the world who loves you more.
I love you for the better person you have made me. Thank God for you, for opening my eyes. For making me understand that parenthood is nothing like I thought it would be, and that’s OK. I love the way the simplest things make you happy: a bowl of spaghetti, snuggles in my bed, a favorite video, an open field where you can run.
You have taught me how to communicate without words. How to say I love you with a long, deep hug. How to understand whether it’s a stomachache or a headache. How to give you just enough space to make you more independent.
I love you for making me more patient, compassionate, generous.
Most children learn from their parents. But you are my teacher.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life.
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