Children bring joys to the house, a warmth that can bridge the divide and void between a couple. These affectionate beings have a way of softening even the hardest of parents.
Who sat and watched my infant head,
When sleeping in my cradle beeed,
And tears of sweet affection sheeed?
Myyy Mooother. 🎼
A mother’s love is not a feeling.
It is a lifetime of choosing you again and again without being asked.