June, the bug, Brown

The whole world is inside her. In her eyes, the Universe stares back at me. Like a satellite image of the depths of space, I peer at the infinite in awe and fear. The beauty of parenthood is its fragility, is its madness, is its beauty, is its fragility, is its madness. I wonder ever day at you. Like a stargazer before the grandest night sky. I fear you, losing you, more than I fear you losing me. I have to have you in my life in a way I've never known I had to have something in my life. You. You. You. 

In her eyes, the Universe.