7.08.2010

rush of love

I was sitting here staring at my screen, in a funk, struggling to write or really think, unable to stop a rush of dark chatter in my head. Then my son walked in and looked at me, in such an adult way, a look of pride and curiosity. Brightness. Told me a story about something he hadn't tried before but learned about and succeeded at doing. Animated. "I love you, Mama." Perspective. The glass is half full. Now I can't write or think, unable to stop the rush of love in my heart.


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