A mother sat holding her new baby in her arms.

A mother sat holding her new baby in her arms.

When that new baby was still, that mother talked to her baby about nursery rhymes. She talked about her baby’s cute nose. She talked about diapers. She talked about baby food. On and on she talked.

Before she stopped talking she whispered...
One day,
you’ll know
how much I love you.

On and on that baby grew. She grew and learned to talk. She grew and learned to walk. She grew and learned to dance. She grew until she was three years old.

She chased peas around her plate, wrote ABCs, rode tricycles and played blocks.

But when that three year old girl was still, she talked with her mom about dinosaurs. She talked about cows and pigs. She talked about peanut butter sandwiches. On and on she talked.

When she stopped talking her mom whispered...
One day,
you’ll know
how much I love you.

On and on that baby grew. She grew and learned to read. She grew and learned to add numbers. She grew and learned to swim. She grew until she was seven years old.

She chased puppies, wrote stories, rode bicycles and played dolls.

But when that seven year old girl was still, she talked to her mother about swings and sliding boards. She talked about walking on the moon. She talked about chocolate chip cookies. On and on she talked.

When she stopped talking her mother whispered...
One day,
you’ll know
how much I love you.

On and on that baby grew. She grew and learned to tap dance. She grew and learned to divide numbers. She grew and learned to play basketball. She grew until she was eleven years old.

She chased baseballs, wrote in cursive, rode skate boards and played computer games.

But when that eleven year old girl was still, she talked to her mother about kickball. She talked about other countries. She talked about cold watermelon. On and on she talked.

When she stopped talking her mother whispered...
One day,
you’ll know
how much I love you.

On and on that baby grew. She grew and learned read novels.
She grew and learned to drive. She grew and learned chemistry. She grew until she was teenager.

She chased boys, wrote pen pals, rode horses and played guitars.

But when that teenager was still, she would talk with her mother about movie stars and music concerts. She talked about cars. She talked about banana splits. On and on she talked.

When she stopped talking her mother whispered...
One day,
you’ll know
how much I love you.

On and on that baby grew. She grew and learned to cook.
She grew and learned to paint. She grew and learned to buy a car. She grew until she was young woman.

She chased dreams, wrote stories, rode in cars and played cards.

But when that young woman was still, she talked to her mother about college friends. She talked about her new job. She talked about her friends babies. She talked about recipes. On and on her she talked.

When she stopped talking her mother whispered...
One day,
you’ll know
how much I love you.

On and on that baby grew. She grew and sat holding her new baby in her arms.

But when that grown woman’s baby was still, that grown woman talked to her mother about her beautiful new baby. She talked about the nurses that brought her baby into the world. She talked about diapers. She talked about baby food. On and on she talked.

Before she stopped talking she whispered...
Today, I know
how much you love me.