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Carry Me

Today I got to carry you
on a walk, in which you usually set
a pretty fast pace
without many rests along the way

But today, you needed me
you reached up with open arms
and without any words
I knew

So, I picked you up
and felt the beauty of your weight in my arms
and the heat from our exercise
emanating forth
you snuggled your sweaty head
nuzzled into my neck
and whispered "mucky"
I said "I love you too, mucky"

And I carried you
in silence
in beauty
with gratitude
and you grounded me
to this moment
right now
as your strong mama
in whose arms you find so many things

My son, in whose heart I see
the joy of the Lord
in whose eyes, I see my own
in whose heart, I sense such an amazing knowing
that I cannot articulate,
because I don't fully understand it yet, myself

Today, I helped you take a load off your feet
and your growing legs
and rest your tired body.
You helped my heart soar
and my soul know the peace of God
in such an incredibly tangible way

The sun warms us, the rain cleans us
nature reminds us
we are loved
and we are not alone.

Mucky, my love. I will carry you whenever you need me to.
And God will carry us together.
Always.

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