It has always been my dream to experience moments like these. All I have ever wanted was to be a mom, and fill my home with kids. I have nieces and nephews that I absolutely adore, so I thought I knew what it would be like to love my kids. But holy cow. The love does not even compare. Looking down at my sweet boy, with his crazy hair and all, I feel like my heart is going to burst. Then his daddy walks in and Lucas lights up every. single. time. and my heart explodes. (But that alone, deserves its own post.) I can't believe he is ours, and that my Heavenly Father has trusted me with something so incredibly special. If He trusts us enough to let us raise Lucas, maybe I need to have a little more faith in myself too.
There are times when I feel like I can't do much right. It's a tough task trying to balance being a mom, wife, working, etc. But then we read stories at night before bed, I start reading and Lucas looks up and smiles, then back down at the book. We turn the page, I start reading, he looks back at me and smiles, then back to the book again. Or when his little foot taps the book and he finds it so funny, I'm reminded all over again how special this time is in my life. He gives my life so much meaning. If I get emotional reading Guess How Much I Love You, that has to mean I'm doing something right, right? ;)
Hey Little Lukey, "I love you right up to the moon, and back" a million times. Thanks for being ours.