Sometimes I feel like my soul just might burst out of my body I’m so full, like my silhouette might stretch from sunrise to sunset. Who am I but a speck in the vast eternity of things? And yet I am so bold as to not bow before my maker and give thanks…however big or little I am given. The thought that I am able to have this experience, that I was given the chance to love, to watch my children come into this world, to hold them in my arms as they took their first breath of air, that I was able to hurt…I got to hurt and in doing so I was able to feel true joy…something that is impossible without the other. However many more days that I have left on this earth…I am oh so small; I pray to God and the gods and whomever will hear me…thank you. Thank you for breaking my heart; I would not trade it in for the world.