The following entry was written by MoMMY of Mom of Many Male Youngsters

Love.

There are so many kinds of love.

The love you feel for your children. The absolute, sell your soul, wear your heart outside your body, do whatever it takes to keep them safe and happy kind of love. Or rather LYVE.

The love you feel for your parents. The underlying, unconditional, scarred and scraped and tangled web of love over time. They will always be your parents. And no matter what they've done or haven't done, no matter how many times you've hated them/loved them/hated them there is a love.

The rush of first love.

The desperation of unreturned love.

The heartbreak of lost love.

And the love that tethers us to the earth while letting us float free. The love that is based in friendship. That one person you can always talk with, turn to when you are in need. It may be friend or spouse or life partner. It may be low maintenance. It may be easy. Or. It may be hard. It may require constant care. It can be tangled and twisted and forgotten and rediscovered. It smoothes the sharp edges of life and sometimes creates it's own jagged peaks and valleys.

And we must never forget the love of life. Without which this world is a truly sad and desperate place. We must love ourselves and the fact we are ALIVE.