05/14/2023
As we walk across the parking lot I keep my hand ready and open. Inevitably I feel her little hand silently slip into mine.
I give her three big squeezes like my dad used to do to me.
To her, a gentle reminder that she is loved. For me, a desperate longing to delay the day she decides to let go.
May she remember that even if she lets go, my hand is still here. Open and waiting.
Thank you for making me a mom.
Happy Mother's Day to all the mommas!β€οΈ
P.S. I do love my son too but he was asleep when I took these pictures ππ