There were Fireworks

 

 

She’s never held me that tight.

Nor has she ever held that still.

And I have to admit, that despite the terror she was feeling,

I became a big fan of those fireworks.

There’s something about being needed -

about being there to protect,

to calm,

to reassure,

that excited me

even more than the thrilling explosions in the sky.

 

 

That’s the magic called motherhood.

 

Orem Summerfest

June 11, 2011