My first breath
Inhaled in your presence
Unaware of the many encounters and adventures I would experience in life.
My first hand, I held was yours, too young to realize the beauty and fragility yet protectiveness that was contained in each intertwined finger firmly grasping mine. My first hug, my first kiss, my first tears imprinted on your heartstrings, it was you who I ran to when I wanted to feel safe, you who I ran from when asserting my independence, my own way, so many times in my life. I want to run to you again, to tell you one more time how much I love and adore you, and honor your beautiful strength I will carry with me each day. It is now I know you were enough, so much more than enough, you were my first love, my mom.
