And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour. ~ William Blake
“Mom, Look! Watch me!” the small voice cries for something big. “I want to matter, to be noticed,” he says within those words — to matter to you — to be seen. And I see you, my son, I see what you do and I am amazed when I pause even for one brief moment. When I stop the carousel of our life and I join you in now, I am simply blown away by the wonder of this small, magnificent gift of you.
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