"The only way I can describe what it's like to hold you as you make these high-pitched, exhilarating outbursts about the simplest of things is, well, use of illegal drugs. People ruin their lives with illegal drugs because they want to feel that feeling I feel when I'm holding you in the morning.
Because it is the purest essence of that which hasn't been desensitized by pain, loss, disappointment, or failure. It's the thrilling rush of hope and possibility shooting right into the core of what it means to be human: we are alive! We live! Look! Another day to be alive! That is the fundamental principle behind everything meaningful. We are alive to witness."
I read lots of blogs and there have been several times when I'm like NO WAY I FEEL THE SAME WAY! But I just read this a few minutes ago so I'm remembering to share. This is from www.dooce.com, written by a mom in a letter to her two year old daughter. I'm sure every parent knows the feeling she speaks of. How easy it suddenly becomes to forget everything else in the world because what is most precious is right there in your arms. And then seeing, with help and reminders from your child, all of the wonder and possibility and opportunity that is there for you. I wish everyone could have and hold on to one of those moments at least once a day. I'm gripping on to my sweet moments with Miss M with everything I've got, and I'm never letting go.
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