It’s been said that becoming a mother is like wearing your heart outside your body. Man, is that true. And my heart is turning two. My little Lucy, it’s amazing how much you have changed me. I tried to think of something profound to write. But the perfect words already exist. It’s my all-time favorite by e.e. cummings. And today, on your second birthday, I dedicate it to you:

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,  my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

~ e.e. cummings

P.S.
I know, I know. The punctuation, capitalization and formatting are weird. It’s supposed to be that way. And it makes it awesome.

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