Tonight as I was curled up with Alyssa in her bed, she was rambling on about this and that, per usual. Immediately after she stated that she loved pink, I asked her if she knew what *I* loved.
She instantly rolled over to look at me with a small smile and said in a coy little voice, "Me?"
To which I replied, "Exactly".
Exactly, Alyssa. I love you.
One of my greatest hopes is that my kids always know that I love them with all my heart. That they never for a split second doubt that they are my entire world. That even when there is steam pouring out of my ears, even when I am screaming at the top of my lungs, even when I am dragging them kicking and screaming into the corner, even when I am threatening to list them on craigslist, I love them. With all that I am.
And tonight, I am reassured that at least so far, I'm not doing too bad of a job.
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