Love Chapped

Tonight while I was nursing Sylvia. My lips were chapped and burning lightly. Is it the cold and the wind that has made them chapped? Or is it my constant desire to kiss her? I can't be sure, but my lips are getting plenty of both. I chose to think they are chapped with love. I saw a post today about how mothers carry their babies for much longer than 9 months, I didn't read it but I did save it, because that's what busy moms with too many mental tabs open do, they save a million things they wish they were the kind of woman who had read such things, and maybe soon I will be the woman who has read them. My thoughts went to either this is in reference to eggs, or nurturing. I was born with all the eggs that would become my babies, so in a way I have carried them literally since before my birth and Sylvia already is carrying her own children, should she chose to have any. Or my mind looked down to my sleep nursing baby, who I carry many many hours of the day, I literally carry her weight (albeit much smaller than Normans weight, but I carried him just the same) I carry her and hold her as much as she needs, as much as any of them needed. I learned to sleep, eat, prep lunches and dress other children, I dare say there is not a daily task I have not done while holding a baby, because at times, that is what they needed. For me to carry them. In fact just tonight 75 lb Steele asked me to carry him to bed...and I did, because we carry our children for much much longer than just those 9 months. We carry them for our entire existence in one form or another. My heart burns with mother love and my lips burn with mothers kisses.