I Love These Children

Love is an emotion of strong affection and personal attachment.  Love is also said to be a virtue representing all of human kindness, compassion, and affection. Love is an unselfish, loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another. Love causes compassionate and affectionate actions towards other humans.

I love this kid. It’s a serious, special, unique kind of love. Every once in awhile I try to put myself in his shoes; the world looks so different through his eyes, I love what Parker sees.

Sometimes during our everyday conversations Parker will look at me and say, “Mom, you’re the only person in the world that understands me.”

I love him so much, like a stand-in-front-of-bullets kind of love. Parker is such a stellar young man and I’m so blessed to be his mother.

One day when Izabelle and I were driving in the car a song that I adore stared playing on the radio. I began to sing at the top of my lungs and dance, as best I could, in my seat. Izabelle could not hide her embarrassment; she was mortified that someone she knew would see me, although, she did smile at my enjoyment.

Flash forward a few months. Izabelle and I were driving in the car and a song that she liked came on the radio. She started singing at the top of her lungs and dancing, as best she could in her seat. She looked at me and smiled; I started singing and dancing right along with her. In that moment I felt so close to her, I was overwhelmed with the feeling of love for her.

Izabelle is my quirky, sweet, thoughtful, gorgeous girl. She keeps me young and makes me feel alive every single day. I love being her mom.

The day Kayla was born I became an aunt. When I held her in my arms for the first time, the love I felt for her was so great that it took my breath away. I loved her so much that she could have been my own baby girl. In that moment, I promised myself that she would always know how much her Aunt Christie loves her.

Every three months I travel to California to visit. When I knock on the door at my brothers house I am rewarded with the high pitched squeal “Aunt Christie is here!” along with the sound of frantic running to the door.

My heart swells when little Addie throws her arms around me and hugs my neck so tight. Like my love for her, Addie’s sweetness knows no bounds.

Has your heart ever been so full of love that you can’t possibly imagine that you could love more? I felt that way. And then I laid eyes on this sweet baby boy and my heart just grew.

During the four times I have visited California since Jack was born, I have probably planted at least five thousand kisses on his sweet face. Gosh I love this boy.

Holy moly. HO-LY MO-LY! Right this second I could drive the two miles it takes to get to this little boy’s house and claim him as my own. Right. This. Second.

When Cooper says, “I love you Aunt Christie.” I melt. I am butter. Holy Moly. Just sayin’.

I cannot get enough of this kid. Tucker is the cuddliest little boy that ever lived. He is so-darn-sugar-sweet I have to refrain from taking a bite out of him. I just want to squeeze him and hug him and kiss him and love him all day.

Disclaimer: Not to worry, I have never actually taken a bite out of Tucker.

The love I feel for these children is powerful. When I really ponder how deep my love goes and how much my love for them constantly grows…let me just say that I am overwhelmed with gratitude for each of them.

xoxo, Christie


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