Her eyes

The first time I see her eyes, my world stops. Or starts, I can't tell which. All I know is that I feel a longing like I've never known. My arms ache to hold her. My heart yearns to know her. My soul feels so connected with her in this very moment.
I glance up and realize the nurse is talking to me.
"Huh?" I answer lamely.
"I was just telling you that I have a special place in my heart for miss Molly," she says. "I switched around my schedule so I could have more shifts caring for her."
My heart warms and tears come to my eyes. I have already felt such a connection to these nurses, Molly's gaurdian angels. But this particular nurse has been especially wonderful. I give her a side hug and tell her for the 10th time how grateful I am for everything she's done.
I turn back and look at my Molly. I relish the time I get to be with her, and suddenly Iam overcome with an intense feeling of gratitude to be her mother.  I sit next to my sweet Molly and pour my heart out to my Heavenly Father asking Him to bless her in her challenges. I can't help but feel of her sweet spirit as I pray. I feel as though my heart will burst with the love I feel for her, and my desire to help her in anything she needs. She is mine forever and I am so grateful.

As we drive home that night, I put on the song "I Won't Give Up" by Jason Mraz. Every time I listen to it, which is all the time, I cry. I can't help it.

I Won't Give Up