As Gabriel and I walked home from the park, we saw a man sitting on the ground with a bucket full of Lily of the Valley, selling them for 2.50 Euros a bouquet.

Gabriel buried his face in them, and declared they were the best flowers he had ever smelled. He told me he loved me more than all the flowers in the world, and considering how he buried his face in those flowers as if we walked home it means the sweetest type of love.

Little boy with your dinosaur T-shirt, red chipped fingernail polish, and a head full of the most beautiful locks you told your Mother, that you loved her more than all the rooftops in the world. I take that to mean the most secure and safe type of love because it represents home.

Motherhood, for me is a extraordinary journey, starting with a moment of desiring a child, having my womb grow where I cradled it in my arms, the birthing experience, first steps, first words and utter joy of watching them grow, and everything in between those moments, to their finding their own path. 
It continues and I am thankful for the gift of sharing life.

Thank you Mom for leading the way and gracing my life with your unbelievable wisdom, and faith.