Last night we were with her. The two of us sat side by side and watched our sons, both of whom she carried. It felt messy and tangly, but mostly it felt like home. Even in the midst of it, I knew this was a moment I'd remember always.
I asked her (like I always do) “Are you sad? Do you wish things were different?”
And she sighed and smiled at me (like she always does) and said, “I’m not sad. I’ve never been sad. I’m so content.”
But when I began to try and say thank you, this time she stopped me. “Don’t thank me anymore,” her eyes were looking far beyond me, beyond the moment. “That is the best decision I’ve ever made.”
Oh, my darling boy... May you always know how loved you are. And that, to me, she is the strongest, most beautiful woman I know.