Meryl Streep, 1988.
I felt you.
You were a pea, then a lemon, then an eggplant.
I followed advice. I read a gazillion books. I started a journal for you.
Could you tell I was scared?
I talked to you and I sang to you.
I wasn’t ready, but then you were here.
All ten toes and healthy.
Big eyes. Dark hair. Long feet. Beautiful.
And that day I realized what it feels like to be in love.
I hadn’t known until I held you.
And so I held you.
I shared you with my mom and sister.
I realized that I would spend my life doing things to make you happy
because that is what would make me happy.
There were times I wanted to give up.
But you’ve restored my sanity.
You’ve made me want to run to my own mother
to tell her I get it…
And then you smile and say, “Mahm…” in the way that you do.
I will open my heart and love will rain down all over you.
You will laugh and I will do it all over again.
I made you
you made me.
I Felt You
My mother wrote this for me today.
We’ve had such a long journey together. She got pregnant with me when she wasn’t married and put me up for adoption. She decided to keep me hours before she went into labor. It’s been hard, but she raised me and loved me so well along the way. It’s my birthday, but I feel like I should be celebrating her.
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seriously omg, you guys. I got up to eat chips and I realized that I put them up so I wouldn’t walk back to grab another handful. and seriously, i whispered “curses” to my self. who am i???
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everyone tell this little lady happy birthday