You Are Loved
Corbyn was given a very special book by his Aunt Lisa and Uncle John. I absolutely love this book. I have cried countless times when reading it to Corbyn or even when reading it alone. Today it made me think of my parents. They have proven to me time and time again what unconditional love is. They are incredible role models for me as a parent and I am feeling extra blessed today for having them in my life. I know Corbyn feels the powerful love he receives on a daily basis from both Bryan and I and it is my goal that his feels that his entire life no matter where life leads us. Just in case you haven't heard this tearjerker I would take the chance and read it.
Wherever You Are
my love will find you
I wanted you more
than you ever will know
so I sent love to follow
wherever you go.
It’s high as you wish it. It’s quick as an elf.
You’ll never outgrow it…it stretches itself!
So climb any mountain…
climb up to the sky!
My love will find you.
My love can fly!
Make a big splash! Go out on a limb!
My love will find you. My love can swim!
It never gets lost, never fades, never ends…
if you’re working…
or playing…
or sitting with friends.
You can dance ’til you’re dizzy…
paint ’til you’re blue…
There’s no place, not one,
that my love can’t find you.
And if someday you’re lonely,
or someday you’re sad,
or you strike out at baseball,
or think you’ve been bad…
just lift up your face, feel the wind in your hair.
That’s me, my sweet baby, my love is right there.
In the green of the grass…in the smell of the sea…
in the clouds floating by…at the top of a tree…
in the sound crickets make at the end of the day…
“You are loved. You are loved. You are loved,” they all say.
My love is so high, and so wide and
so deep, it’s always right there, even
when you’re asleep.
So hold your head high
and don’t be afraid
to march to the front
of your own parade.
If you’re still my small babe
or you’re all the way grown,
my promise to you
is you’re never alone.
You are my angel, my darling,
my star…and my love will find you,
wherever you are.
You are loved.
~ Nancy Tillman
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