Oh the places they are going---and my love follows.

“The amount that she loved 
us was beyond her reach. 
It could not be quantified or contained.
 It was the ten thousand named things in the Tao Te Ching’s universe and then ten thousand more.
 Her love was full-throated and all-encompassing and unadorned.

 Every day she blew through her entire reserve.” 

― Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

I don't think anyone can really quantify the depths of love a mother feels for her children.  Hell, it surprises me all the time.  I once heard it said, a mother can only be as happy as her saddest child.  I think there are parts of that statement that may be true.  
From the moment, they were placed in my arms after horrific C-section deliveries,  love---full-hearted love is all I've ever felt for them--even on the baddest of bad days.
Off color Girl with her woody woodpecker laugh and off color boy who stripped the moment he got home to his boxers because he was always hot (mainly because he could never sit still).
What joy my relationship with them has given me? What wonder I have experienced because of their eyes?
Flowers and shells and worms and trees
and
now 
each is out living their own little life in their own little space
and
I 
I stand and look out to the horizon
and
whisper a prayer
for the 
wonder of the journey of motherhood
-how blessed am I-

so fly high little birds-fly high
I will always love you 
all day long
every day
to the moon and back.

happy ramblings....
the rambler