That love is enough.
It can be in the form of a parent, exhausted yet rocking the baby through the night; a wife fearing her husband won’t love her new postpartum body, a man fearful of the proposal he is planning.
We are afraid that we aren’t worthy.
But the truth is, love is enough. It’s always enough.
And maybe none of us are truly deserving of love.
Or maybe the truth is, love is always there. Whether we realize it or not.