There are times that I think my heart might burst because of the sheer weight of the love I have for them.
There was a time when I could not fathom how I would mother one, let alone three.
But I do. Along with a tight knit village.
The anniversaries of their births remind me how far I have come.
One day at a time.
And we grow.
And we learn.
And that heavy heart of mine bursts with pride.
