Holding on

I spend every hour of every day holding onto someone. I am so lucky to always be close enough to kiss the tops of beautiful heads. Loneliness inside loses its ground to the free space I have been given by forgiving myself. And it is by holding out my arms and wrapping around these precious bodies surrounding my days. Early in the morning, little arms reaching back. Late at night, sturdy arms cradling my own. Life and her little gifts; everyday I become stronger by holding on.