“A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.”
– Agatha Christie

I love this child.

Before I became a mom, I thought I had a pretty good grasp on what it meant to love someone. Then this wrinkly, blond-haired baby came into my world and all of my previous thoughts on love were thrown out the window. For the first time in my life I knew what it felt like to love someone so much that you would gladly give your life for their sake and not even think twice about it. I experienced the fierce need to protect and nurture another human being. Everything became alive to me. The world looked different. People looked different. My husband looked different. I was different.

I love this child.  I love everything about him. I love his little voice that calls out to me each morning when he wakes up. I love his little hands that wrap around my neck. I love his sweet little toes (especially when he uses them to pick things up … this is a trait he has inherited … we call them “monkey toes” … it’s a gift.) I love his laughter. I love the sweet songs that he sings (he recently made up the “mommy song” and it is so stinkin’ cute.) I love the way he smells when he gets out of the bath. I love the way he takes a bowl of spaghetti and devours it like it’s his own personal mission in life to finish every last bite. I love his fierce personality. He lives life to the extreme. When he’s happy he exudes extreme joy … and when he’s upset he exudes extreme sadness.  There’s no middle of the road with him. I love his curiosity and desire to explore things and learn things. I love that he helps me make his daddy a lunch every morning. I love listening to him say his prayers. I love watching him dress himself each day (even though it takes for.ev.er) and they great pride he finds in his accomplishments. I love that he is just like his momma and loves the great outdoors. I love that he loves tractors and farm animals. I love that he loves music. I love his sweet little kisses and the way he says “I love you Mommy.”

I love this child. He makes each day a little brighter and each moment a little sweeter.