05/10/2026
Before you, I thought love was measured by words.�Then I watched you become a mother, and realized real love is measured by sacrifice. It’s measured in the parts of yourself you quietly give away every single day so the people you love can feel whole. The sleep nobody sees you lose.The weight you carry without complaint. The way you still find softness in a world that constantly demands hardness from you. There is something sacred about the way you love. Not loud. Not performative. Not temporary. Just steady. Pure. Unshaken.
I’ve watched you pour from places that should have been empty, somehow still finding more of yourself to give to everyone around you. And the truth is, I don’t think people understand how rare that is. One day our children will grow up and realize the greatest thing they were ever given was not what we bought them, built for them, or left behind for them. It was you.
And long after every achievement, every possession, and every temporary thing in this life fades away, your love will still be the thing that remains inside all of us.
That’s the closest thing to eternity I’ve ever seen.
