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How Could I Ever Love You More?

I remember holding you, the first morn after wedded
And thinking then, as our eyes met midst smiles
How could I ever love you more?

But here we are dear, riding hand in hand
Teasing and laughing as the Jeep takes us south
And I love you now more than all the days past.

And I can't imagine loving you more tomorrow,
but now, after 1,528 days of waking up next to your eyes and smiles,
I know that I will.

~~~

I remember holding you, that morn when you were born
And thinking then, amidst tears and cries and your soft newness--
How could I ever love you more?

But here we are munch, playing duplos and singing
You grab my cheek to plant a kiss, you place in my hands just one more book--
And I love you now more than all the days past.

And I can't imagine loving you more tomorrow,
but now, after 608 days of teaching you and reading to you and watching you grow,
I know that I will.

~~~

I remember looking at the positive sign, a glow in my heart as I held you within,
And thinking then, realizing I was a mother of a second, perfect child--
How could I ever love you more?

But here we are, little one, you kicking my insides incessantly
with hiccups arriving for the first time this morning--
And I love you now more than all the days past.

And I can't imagine loving you more tomorrow,
but now, after 7 months of carrying you (and only 2 more to go to see your bright face!)
I know that I will.





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