The Magical Math of Love

Silly me.

I thought my heart was this part of me

that hit its capacity after I met your dad.

And when your brother came I thought,

No, this must be it.  

One heart can't possibly hold any more.

Then you.  Sweet baby you.

You, who arrived in the warm dark hours

before spring danced into town.

Like those lilacs that bloomed on the day you came home,

my heart expanded with so much love that we floated like clouds

out of the hospital into the warm spring air.

You, who we named for a great poet

whose deep soulful eyes are their own sonnet

to the wonder and magic of love.

And now you turn 1.

The light from a single, tiny candle will dance in your eyes.

One little candle that contains

An entire journey around the sun,

Every breathless new discovery you made,

Every single prayer, hope, and wish I have for you.

I gaze down to my chest where blessedly you still fit.

I see the rise and fall of your chest with each delicate breath.

Our hearts beat together mere inches apart.

Somehow my heart contains all of this love.

Somehow one candle holds all of my dreams.

They grow in capacity but never in size.

How wonderfully peculiar, mystical and sacred these feelings are for you.

Endlessly multiplied but never divided.

That, my sweet baby, is the magical math of love.

 My sweet baby Will.  Our world would not be nearly as lovely, fun and joyful if you weren't here with us.  With all of my wishes today and for every wish to come, 

happy birthday.