Story by @awarmdaysong for Sapling

I feel like I'm floating by, suspended in the motherhood experience, grateful for time to be with you, and learning to allow room to be free of time as well. To watch you glow in the light, to watch you be your honest self.

The life within the details of our moments, the slowness of one's breath, the beauty in standing still and observing.

The way you hold on to your toys, the way your fingers play the piano, the way you feel the music that fills this room and dance, the way you speak so much without saying a word I know and yet I understand you so well

I keep echoing the sentiment of the famous line that reads "we are made of star-stuff" as I watch the sleepy morning sun-rays resting warmly on your skin as you watch the leaves dancing outside and little dust speckles float by your hair.

To me you are a universe unfolding, in the simplest way.

"The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff. We are a way for the universe to know itself". - Carl Sagan

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