I love my husband. I've loved him from the first moment I saw him. We've been together for 10 years and we've definitely had our trials and tribulations. This year has defintely had it's share. And sometimes it would be easier to call it quits than sort out the issues. But that's not what it's about. It's about us loving and learning.
I love my parents. And my family. And my friends.
But I can honestly say that I didn't know what real love was and what it could be until my daughter came along. I remember the first time I fell in love with her. It was during our first doctor's appointment when we had our first sonogram. And there was this tiny being, inside of me waving her hand on the screen. And for the rest of the 9 months my husband and I worried about her being. And looking back that was the easy part, I knew exactly where she was.
And than she was born. And I never knew love could be like this. Getting used to her getting to know her was rough. I had days where being a mom was intense, and I still do. But I'm so in love with her. She's 19 months now and her personality is coming out. She's a funny kid. She loves to laugh and make us laugh. When she was an infant I'd wake up often to check if she was still breathing, and the fear of of it all was so overwhelming. I still wake up and check on her in the middle of the night. The same fear taking over my body.
Our old life is far behind us. Life is complicated now. But in a good way. We have pure love. And though life as a mom who has a career and a family and house to take care, can get crazy and frustrated. But when I feel her little hand in mine when we walk, or in the morning how she sits in my lap while I fix my hair and put on my make up, when I pick her up from daycare and she runs into my arms, or at night when we rock in the rocking chair and read stories, I feel so much love and makes the craziness worth it.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
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