The first one up and the last one to bed.
You are the sustainer. The gatherer. The first to go last.
You are the holy vessel bringing forth God's new creations. The chosen person who feels the unborn baby inside, second in line only to God.
You are the comforter, some days flannel and ragged, but always warm and inviting.
You are beloved, even when pushed away by fierce independence.
You are the link to our pasts, the hope for our futures.
You are the diaper champ, the feeding diva, the bestower of kisses that make it all better. The one who works in tandem with the Spirit in gardening and pruning and nurturing of souls.
You, yes YOU, are heroic. The cape may be tattered, but you are a wonder. A sight to behold.
And you are loved.