A Life

“Of all the stories we have ever created,
there’s one that outshines them all:
we created a life.”

No matter how many times I try to give my emotions justice through words, I always feel as though they aren’t enough. They don’t delve as deep as my heart resides. And it is there, in that endless abyss of love that those words fail to breach beyond the surface. I cannot tell you how much you mean to me. I cannot tell you how much I love you for more than just your vows. You see, since the beginning, you were my rock. You gave me the courage to allow myself to love you. And of all the memories we share — of all the stories you and I have ever created, there’s one that outshines them all: we created a life. Our child.

If I have failed to express my love for you, how could I ever hope to come close to describing what it means to be a mother. How it felt to have our child grow within me. The relief and sudden fear that, ready or not, we were going to be parents. And ultimately, what it means to have created life with you. Something that never ceases to amaze me.

How could words ever do it justice?

© Sarah Doughty

9 thoughts on “A Life”

  1. I remember this feeling. So much love and faith and power in knowing that child is growing in a space to become a new human being. A being created from two separate bodies to make a new one.


  2. Those who truly love struggle to express that emotion.

    Elizabeth Barrett Browning said it this way:

    How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
    I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
    My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
    For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
    I love thee to the level of every day’s
    Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
    I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
    I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
    I love with a passion put to use
    In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
    I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
    With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
    Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
    I shall but love thee better after death.


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