This is what I really want to say to my babes turning women, slowly as each day's sun rises and sets.
But faster than the moments blink by and now they no longer fit in the swell of my breast or the crook of my arm. No longer hinged to my hip.
There are no expectations. There are no disappointments.
There are no dreams that are not your dreams, for they are my dreams.
There is only love.
And that is all there is.