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Flesh of my flesh

Together we clasped hands, feeling her baby moving down through the power of those embraced hands. Flesh of my flesh, heart of my heart, holding my baby as she welcomed her baby. My baby is a mama.

Yes, your heart can feel to enormous to be contained in your chest; yes, your spirit releases from its captive body filling the space of all that is around you. This is what it is like to grow your human core, a burst of painful unimaginable bliss that feels larger than anything you have ever known before. So large that you don’t know how to name or hold space for this.

Once more, my heart and spirit are about to transform yet again as we prepare for another band new family member soon.

Thank-you my babies, for allowing me to be your mama and love your beautiful babies

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