they feel like home to me.
they wind me up inside them, wrap me around their arms and fingers and tiny toes, all the way back to finding myself.
we are woven together inseparably.
i know they’ll grow up, and that the whole goal of this is independence. (so unfortunate and so relieving all at once)
but we’ll still be woven and wrapped and wound, even if it’s only on the inside of me.
they feel like extensions of me but they’re worlds all their own. i grew their lives inside my body but their souls are made of stars (quite literally–i just learned about this–how freaking cool right?)
stephanie and samory reminded me that when we have each other we really don’t need anything else. (except maybe beyblades wiink) we just need the comfort of that safe place, right where the only thing you can smell is each other. it’s not always like that but it is when you need to bury your head in those cubic centimeters of unconditional, and we all need to drink that in long and deep.
hi hey helllloo if you’re interested in a family session that doesn’t make you want to call the cheese police, let’s chat about yours.