Some poetry methinks. When I met my mum for the first time she gave me a book of poetry by the 13th century Persian poet Rumi. The words came close to expressing our joy...
In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no one sees you.
but sometimes I do, and that
sight becomes this art.
and
A strange passion is moving in my head.
My heart has become a bird
Which searches in the sky.
Every part of me goes in different directions.
Is it really so
that the one I love is everywhere?
In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no one sees you.
but sometimes I do, and that
sight becomes this art.
and
A strange passion is moving in my head.
My heart has become a bird
Which searches in the sky.
Every part of me goes in different directions.
Is it really so
that the one I love is everywhere?
his writing is just beautiful, and so spiritual also.
since i probably missed your story about it, how old were you when you finally met your mom?
if i'm not being too nosy