The warmth of a mother lingers…

A mother’s warmth is the first pink lines appearing, knowing she will never be alone moving forward.

A mother’s warmth is a gentle touch in the wee hours of the night, exhausted, while humming a soft tune.

A mother’s warmth is warm bubble baths and goodnight kisses, hugs around the neck and giggles.

The warmth of a mother lingers…

A mother’s warmth is gently quieting the first day of school butterflies and a smile walking through the door.

A mother’s warmth is listening, truly listening, as hearts are spilled open.

A mother’s warmth is setting boundaries while leaving room for flexibility.

The warmth of a mother lingers…

A mother’s warmth is navigating eye rolls, closed doors and never being right, while giving grace, knowing this will pass.

A mother’s warmth is texts to check in and late night pick ups.

A mother’s warmth is gripping the passenger side door while independence blooms behind the driver’s wheel.

The warmth of a mother lingers…

A mother’s warmth is within the walls of a room, the weight of a blanket and the soft scent of home.

A mother’s warmth is love encompassing a heart, not only for today but all of the tomorrows to come.

A mother’s warmth lives beyond her years and travels within the beating heart once in her womb.

A mother’s warmth… lingers forever in our souls.