Your love I carry with me everywhere that I go. I carry it as a reminder of your warming glow. It causes me to stand up straighter, taking pride in who I am only because I am connected to you for my life’s journey.
Your beauty I carry in my heart and mind. I carry it as a reminder that it is possible for creatures to exude such an incandescent light that gives my heart and mind illumination. It causes me to share with everyone the reason that I live, ever so grateful for being allowed by God’s Will to find this treasure (you, Julia). O, what a treasure! The only treasure worth knowing and possessing.
Your strength I lean on. It is a necessity for me to do so as I know not my own strength in every matter and I am amazed at your own might. This is not the strength of Samson, nor is it the power of characters of fiction, such as Superman. This strength really is fortitude. It is the courage, the bravery, and the determination to push on through the trials and tribulations that one faces. I know of no other woman who has carried a pregnancy like you. Well, maybe I have, but you are the woman has me in the palm of her hands.
A question, my beloved, I submit to thee: may I carry you?