little piece of your soul
Dating the childless - Single Mom at Work - Work It, Mom
He, after all, knows nothing but off-the-cuff getaways, Saturday sleep-ins till close to noon, leisurely brunch with the weekend paper. My world is foreign to him; though he knows my son is everything to me, I don’t think he can possibly understand what that means. He doesn’t know about 5:00 AM wakeups, bathtime that ends up with water covering every inch of the house, what it feels like to have a little piece of your soul holding your hand in complete trust. I couldn’t have understood it, before becoming a parent myself.
LET ME REPEAT: what it feels like to have a little piece of your soul holding your hand in complete trust
I love that phrase.
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