Sometimes I will look back on my life to measure my growth. How much have I learned, what kind of impact have I made, have I been loved, have I given love that will last? I have often wondered, do you ever stop loving someone that you really loved? It kind of makes you wonder about all those times you have told someone that you loved, and now you can barely remember their name. I don't think I could ever stop loving my children . That love feels like its own category. I often wonder if men feel this too? Is it instinctual or primal for the woman to have a whole section of love in their hearts, specifically reserved for their children? Honestly, I don't know, because I have never been a man. I do believe they have a different way of unpacking and sorting their love. It seems easier from my perspective, that maybe years of being the alpha, have taught them these skills. No time to worry about anyone else...not even Gisele Bündchen could avoid it. I don't really want to leave it on that note, because it really is sad (as a measure of what is enough). So, lets say there are some amazing men out there who have learned that we women need to talk it out to find growth, and that's true for anything. It's a huge part of falling in love, being in love and even ending love. What do you think? Have you taken the time to talk and grow together, what kind of impact will you make?