I used to think that there were different kinds of Love, like the love you feel for your spouse or significant other and the love you have for a child. But I was wrong. It's all one and the same Love.
Love, real Love, is not based on need. It is not rooted in fear. It is not convenient. It is not a trap or something that binds you. Love is not a toy. Love cannot be forced.
Love is a verb. It means action. You make a decision, and you make a choice to commit, for better or worse.
I had it all wrong, but I have it right now.
I do not know that I will ever be with a man again, but this doesn't scare me or make me sad at all. I can't explain how I feel or how exactly I came to this wonderful place I'm in now, and I wish I could. Perhaps with time I'll be able to better explain and articulate it.
What I do know clearly and without a doubt is this:
I have been made complete, not lacking in anything. I am full.
I have my trials and I have my days, but in the midst of these: There is true joy. There is Love, and this is what gets me through. It is what keeps me smiling. It is what drives me and what I live for.
Love was inside of me, and it came out of me in the form of my daughter Amelia.
