I never fully appreciated the vast expanse of your love nor the magnitude of your sacrifice until I begin raising my own children. Now I know, and it only makes me love you all the more.
Love began with you
When God knit me together in your womb.
Yours is the first voice I heard
Because you first whispered love songs to me.
Yours is the first face I saw when I entered the world
And I fell in love with your radiant countenance.
Yours are the first eyes that saw me naked and vulnerable
And yet you assured me that you would always amplify my strength and celebrate my beauty.
Yours are the first arms that wrapped me tightly
Holding me close, keeping me safe,
Reminding me that I will always find love in your warm embrace.
Yours are the first ears that heard my cries and wiped away my tears
Because you were my first place of comfort.
Yours is the first heart that kept my secrets and sheltered my fears
Then magically weaved my doubts into a tapestry of confidence and grit.
Yours are the first lips to kiss my boo-boos when I fell
Then so tenderly pick me up, willing me to try again.
You, Ruby, my beautiful, gracious, ever-patient, mother
Still are and will always be my first love.