Ever since she was born, I’ve been looking for hearts everywhere. She’d been born with a slight heart murmur.
She loves hearts. Heart shapes, heart stones, heart jewellery, heart art, clothes with hearts on, heart iron-on patches, heart puddles, heart emojis. Heart cakes and biscuits.
We exchange hearts. Share hearts. Her heartbeat with mine while she was waiting to come out into the world. She couldn’t in fact wait, and arrived earlier than expected.
Ours is a different kind of love. We find hearts in small everyday things.