Perfection

It's that moment when all is right in the world. Her breathing quiets as does my heart. That anxious feeling of being pulled in so many different direction falls away and this moment is all there is.

Her and I.
She and me.
It is a connection that leaves me speechless and bursting with words of love all at once. The words are there, but they get tangled up so much that so often they get lost before they make it the distance from my heart to my fingers over the keyboard.

She is so dependent on me and that can be so draining. It is also what gives me the strength to keep going. She needs me and I need her.

It is a perfection that only God could have known when he created mothers.