All of it

Mama,

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You may not see it, but I do.

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I see your effort. You dance around me every minute of every day. You stop what you have just started to get me to the end of what I think I need. And you don’t stop until long after my eyes are closed, for however long, each night.

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I see your love. You love me so much. I feel it every time you hold me, help me, handle my needs with such care. But I feel it in your struggle too. In your tired, your overwhelm, your little time for yourself, because despite it all, you keep showing up for me.

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I see your hard days. They are part of this love story, just as the beautiful days are. And so you wear them on your heart. Next to me. As a constant reminder of how strong you are for getting through them for me. I know you do it for me. I can’t wait to tell you how easy you made it to love you.

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I see your spark. You light up every room you meet me in. And my smile. My entire day. You are the reason for my happiness right now. Why I wake you up in the night for a cuddle. Why I start your day early to be with you. You are my why. And there is nothing dull about that.

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I see your beauty. I try my best to show you. By wanting to be close to you. By holding onto every inch of your bare skin. By letting go only when I have to. I look at you all day because you are my person. My lifeline. My love which is deeper than skin. And that’s what makes you so beautiful.

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I see it, Mama.

All of it.

And I hope this helps you to see it too.