19 April 2019

how soft a petal is.

on our evening walk under the cherry blossoms in central park, under clouds holding tight to the rain (baby bringing me fallen petals on legs wobbly like a just-born deer, husband looking back at me with joy in his eyes, my own knees dusted with dirt in that way of a mama so wondrously in love), my beautiful boys utterly broke my heart. 

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