Some Other Time

by Angela Brown

That is motherhood in some ways, isn’t it? The invisible pain mothers carry. The aches inside their bodies and their hearts that can never be explained or pinpointed or healed.

a mother’s love is not made from logic. It knows no boundaries. No limits.

wherever your journey might take you, when you have this other person at your side, you’ll always feel like you’re at home.”

Love is not built on titles. Not on legal documents or diamond rings. It is built on the stories you create with a person. All those shared moments that ultimately turn into memories.