This first time I told Adam I loved him ....
It slipped out at the end a phone call. I meant it of course but wasn't ready to say it. He responded by texting me a scripture from Song of Solomon. And I loved him even more for it.
The first time Adam told me he loved me....
He made me a picnic dinner, wrote me the most beautiful card ever and declared those three little words. There was no doubt I would spend the rest of my life with him.
The first time I told Noah I loved him...
He was a mere peanut causing me to be sicker than I've ever been. But I knew he already had me.
The first time Noah told me he loved me...
We were rocking in our chair after stories and prayers. We were snuggling and being very sweet. I was laying many kisses on Noah's face . And I whispered. "Love you" and he looked me right in the face and said, "Love you". It was beautiful. Such pure sweetness. Every nauseous minute, every push in the three hours of pushing, every late night, every hit in the face, every spanking and time out, every instant of disobedience, every public tantrum, every mess disappeared from memory. This is why God made me a mother. For such sweet sweet moments like this one. I hope I always remember it. Always. Thank you Father for the privilege of loving this boy and being loved by him! May I always be grateful and never take an opportunity to show it for granted!
It slipped out at the end a phone call. I meant it of course but wasn't ready to say it. He responded by texting me a scripture from Song of Solomon. And I loved him even more for it.
The first time Adam told me he loved me....
He made me a picnic dinner, wrote me the most beautiful card ever and declared those three little words. There was no doubt I would spend the rest of my life with him.
The first time I told Noah I loved him...
He was a mere peanut causing me to be sicker than I've ever been. But I knew he already had me.
The first time Noah told me he loved me...
We were rocking in our chair after stories and prayers. We were snuggling and being very sweet. I was laying many kisses on Noah's face . And I whispered. "Love you" and he looked me right in the face and said, "Love you". It was beautiful. Such pure sweetness. Every nauseous minute, every push in the three hours of pushing, every late night, every hit in the face, every spanking and time out, every instant of disobedience, every public tantrum, every mess disappeared from memory. This is why God made me a mother. For such sweet sweet moments like this one. I hope I always remember it. Always. Thank you Father for the privilege of loving this boy and being loved by him! May I always be grateful and never take an opportunity to show it for granted!
4 comments:
I have to admit that is much better than him saying Puddin. Thanks for sharing this with us. One day I hope to hear him tell me and Nana that same thing.
Oh, by the way, we love you too.
You got me, once again.
Sigh! More tears! :-)
=) awesome. i cried too.
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