Connection

“Momma, when you cry, I cry. When you hurt, I hurt. It’s because we are connected. I grew in your belly. I feel what you feel. Because we are connected.” -Willow, on empathy and connection (explaining why she cried when I cut my lip).

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The right person

I married the person who picks nails up off of the road so that others won’t puncture their tires. I married the person who picks up plastic 6-pack beer rings off of the sand to cut apart and prevent animals from being harmed. I married the person who will touch my hand just when I need to feel connected. I married the person who quickly picks up on patterns and can identify what our child needs before she can. I married the gentle person. The kind person. The conscientious person. I married the right person.