A Place Of Endless Light
A definition, a catalogue of all good things
My daughter is a miracle.
Given my complicated, painfully exhaustive infertility odyssey fraught with treatments, procedures, recurrent pregnancy loss and neonatal death, my nearly six year old girl is the greatest gift life has ever given me.
The greatest gift my body ever allowed me to have.
And in her piercing blue eyes, I see and feel endless light.
She is so smart
and inquisitive
and empathetic
and compassionate
and conscious
and integrated
and kind.
She loves fiercely.
She hates change.
She begets control.
And she is learning to label and express all of her emotions.
She's the thing I'm most proud of in this world, and I think much of that speaks to what I see when I look deep into her eyes.
Endless light.
Endless possibility.
Endless opportunity…
to be her biggest cheerleader,
her backbone,
her embrace,
her truth,
her love,
her home.
Endless time and space for her to grow, leap, learn and ultimately, to feel the light.