My children are not so little anymore, yet here they are my little ones that I have nurtured, loved, held, prayed, worried, cared and given the last bite too many times over. They are next to me and I am able to nibble their necks, hold their hands, fuss over, giggle at their jokes, walk in silence, admire upclose and cook their favorite foods not carrying if I gain a millon pounds.
They are young adults and yet they are my babies. My life. My love.
Our everything.
Happy.
Not wanting to share one minute, not wanting to be anywhere but right by their side.
Not wanting this time to end.
Why do we have to go back home when home is with them?
Wanting their happiness before mine.
I am in love.
And that is the greatest gift of all... I am ever grateful.
