I carry your heart with me

I have now fallen into the role of doing bedtime for my daughter every night.
Sometimes I am in a rush,
to cook, or to make it on time for a dinner reservation or the start of a tv show,
but other times I savor the time, letting the minutes roll by as we linger in the dark, under her covers.
Tonight’s bedtime stories were different;
usually they are fanciful, made up tales about the popular character of the day;
but tonight, I told her the story of when we first brought home our dog Lola.
She giggled.
And she told me that while I was getting acquainted with Lola, she was busy planting flowers with D’Ba.
And I just felt so much love for her bursting out of every part of me.
And what came out of my mouth was a line from ee cummings,
“Here is the deepest secret nobody knows”
and then I read to her the whole poem.
And she said, in a whisper,
“Mommy, you carry my heart with you and I carry your heart with me. Because I love you.”
She knocked the wind out of me with that one.
I am welled up with tears as I type.