The other night, I checked on each of my kids before I went to bed, just like I always do. I took a snuggly sleeping girl to the potty, and gave each boy a kiss and fixed their covers. And as always, I whispered in their ears how much I love them, how amazing they are, and how lucky I am to have them.
I always hope that my loving words will make it into their subconscious or their dreams or something. I don't know. But that night, by the time I made it back into my bed, I was literally in tears (and I may or may not be in tears again as I write this). At that moment, I was so overwhelmed with the love I have for those 3 special people.
I cried to Adam, marveling about how happy I am because of them. How much I love and cherish our family. How awesome our kids are. How did we get so lucky to call them ours?
What a good feeling.
Becky, this is so sweet. I often do the same thing, especially when I'm rocking Marcus. It's like my heart can't handle such an overwhelming feeling of good, that I have to let some tears out, just to give my heart a little more room.
ReplyDeleteOmg... Your girls are awesome. I feel that way too.... About the kids and also about my whole life... I have been overwhelmed for months just poking around... So grateful and practically in disbelief that life could be so sweet. A wonderful man, two beautiful little children, a wonderful house, a great job, so many caring sweet neighbors... How the heck did I get so lucky!? I can't hardly believe it. We are so blessed! Thank you for your lovely blog. It's inspirational. I think I will start one. :-)
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