My heart in my hands

Your heart in your hands.

Your heart in your hands.

I’m not a baby person. I have never gone goo-goo or ga-ga over any baby. I’m not heartless, I just never fell head-over-heels in love with a baby. Maybe it’s because I didn’t grow up with any young children so I have had limited exposure. Or I just never found the right man to be the right father. Or maybe it’s because I don’t have the mommy gene that most women seem to have. Either way, I have always been ashamed to admit my baby-less fever.

Then came Mr. ShuGar into my life and my world changed. For the first time, I began to contemplate life as a mother because I found someone I could give my whole heart to. I know Mr. ShuGar would be a good father because he understands the meaning of love. The thought of having a child with him makes me feel a blend of excitement mixed in with joy and sprinkles of nervousness. But mostly, it makes me feel layers and layers of pure love.

I asked a very close friend of mine what it feels like to be a mother. She said the moment your baby is born and you hold the baby in your arms you feel so vulnerable because it is as if “you are holding your own heart in your hands and you would do anything to protect your heart.” I have always loved that image. I feel it perfectly describes unconditional love. I want to know how it feels to hold our hearts in our hands.

And so is the beginning of a new journey for us. No baby growing in my belly just yet. No specific plans of when that will actually happen. However, I have a feeling growing inside of me of what life can be when two hearts create a baby heart.

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