Wednesday, 29 April 2020

To The Moon and Stars

I wanted to write to you to tell you how loved you are and how proud I am of you but each time I try, I wonder whether my words are enough. The other day, out of curiosity and anticipation of the funny answer you might provide, I asked you if you knew what love is. You said it was 'something to do with the heart' (your brother argued that actually it was something to do with the park but that's another story!). You were right of course. It is. Love is everything wonderful and happy; it's warm and it's tender and it's as fierce as it is gentle. But it goes beyond all this, to somewhere unknown, to an all encompassing, unfathomable place. For me, it creeps into my pores, it sneaks up on me and makes me catch my breath. It is the flip of my heart when I see the school is calling me for some reason. It's the protectiveness I feel when someone says you're quiet (you've an inner confidence that I'm so proud of). It's in the second before I hear the sound of your breath when I check on you in the night. It's the panic when I lose sight of you for a few seconds. It's woven into the trust I have to place in others when I hand you over to the school each day. It's in my most terrifying and scariest thoughts. It's in the giggles and in the tears. It's there when I'm asleep and when I'm awake, when my mind is on other things and when it's solely on you. It's out of my control now. It's in the silence, it's in the guilt, it's in the calm and it's in the storm. It's the happy and it's the sad, it's the hurt and the fear. It's what life is now.

Everyday, I stand on the edge looking down, knowing this life is as fragile as a whisper. And I fall for you over and over. You were the one that tore my heart wide open, that made me both stronger than I knew I could be but also more vulnerable. Love is all of this. It was and it always is. A trillion times over and over. But I don't say any of this to you. I will simply summarise with 'I love you'.


  1. What a wonderful idea! I have 3 grandsons ages 3 - 7. I am going to ask what they think love is. Happy birthday to your son!

    1. Thank you :) I would love to hear what your little grandsons say love is! xx

  2. Such a wonderful letter. I'm keeping a journal for my four sons in which I write to them as a record of how they are growing and all the many ways I love them!

  3. How lovely. 6 is such a great age, enjoy it all. #DreamTeam

  4. Awwww this gave me all the feels. What a beautiful read and a lovely letter to look back on. 6 is an exciting age. Happy Birthday! Thank you for joining us for the #dreamteam x

  5. Lovely, beautiful post! And a very happy birthday to your little one! #dreamteam xox

  6. This is beautifully written from the heart xx