photo + reflection

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.