My Greatest Prestige.

For some it’s the seven wonders of the world or a serendipitous happenstance.

But for me there is nothing in the multiverse that could possibly compare to the reverence found in the privilege of loving you.

The melody of those two independent heartbeats will always drench me with incredulousness.

The rise and fall of tiny little chests sustain me with each gentle breath.

Let them keep the pyramids, they can have the great wall of China.

Everything I will ever need to believe in miracles is already right here next to me.

Being your mom will always be my greatest prestige.