Love is a living organism that fills me up. It dismantles and constructs itself at the center of my being, rising up like a swirling vortex beneath my chest. It knocks on the door between me and the world, and I cautiously open it. As they pass through the door, these surging and curving organisms are born. I dare to name them and create stories about them. I hope that their existence, created through me, feels like a beautiful gift.
