Loving what matters

I don’t always love my body, but I love that it’s given me you.

I don’t always love getting up during the night, but I love being your answer right now.

I don’t always love what the tired can turn me into, but I love who I have become because of you.

I don’t always love the finger smudges on the windows, but I love the permanent mark you’ve left on my heart.

I don’t always love how lost I feel, but I love the me you are helping me find.

I don’t always love coming last, but I love being first in your eyes.

I don’t always love feeling worried about you, but I love that I care so deeply.

I don’t always love turning up late, but I love that it’s because I’m early for you.

I don’t always love the mess, but I love that it is your happiness.

I don’t always love being touched out, but I love nothing more than being your home.⠀

I don’t always love missing out on things, but I love being there for you.

I don’t always love stopping what I’m doing, but I love that my time is yours.

I don’t always love every single moment in motherhood, but I will always, always, love you.