This week's essay was written by Sara Billups and is part 3 of a four part advent series. In different seasons, bright love can manifest in new ways. For a while, love was the steady palm of my mother on my head after a dark dream. Then, love was longing: total teen crushes, the swirl in the gut. Later, love was vulnerability: the body begins to make a person, and just like that, the loss of a pumpkin seed that would have become a grown baby. Love is geography: The idea of travel, and of home. When Mount Rainier is out in Seattle, the whole city lifts a bit off the ground to try and meet it.
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Oh my this is just so beautiful ❤️💔❤️✨