I’ve been thinking about this all day and ever since last night: what does “choice” mean? What does choice mean to me and what does it mean to people who throw the word around so easily, as if it were nothing. As if it were just another slogan. As if it had nothing to do with life and death and a baby’s last breath. Or the soul of a heartbroken man or woman, feeling overwhelmed and alone and scared half to death. What is freedom of choice?

Real freedom of choice is the freedom to choose Life and Love. The freedom to embrace a tiny one and be that one’s voice. To uphold the right to enfold life within your womb.

The right to dare to live and give life and rejoice!