You know the kind of love that won’t let you stop thinking about someone else? The kind that makes you smile when you are alone….the kind that makes you wish the other person was actually edible…just so you could keep a small piece of them with you all the time. It is the heart-racing-I-would-do-absolutley-anything-for-you kind of love.
That is how I feel about my children. (Can you tell I just got back from vacation?)
I missed them terribly (I still managed to have fun!) I missed the wicked little smile Delaney gets when she is trying to distract you from being mad. I missed the way she wiggles her eyebrows at you while she is sucking her thumb. I missed the way both of them smell. I missed hearing Cooper say, “Mommy, what you do-ink?” I missed how Delaney does her numbers and letters with such pride. I love the curve of Cooper’s neck…how his skin feels like velvet. I missed my little girl’s sweet curls…how the cowlick at her hairline always makes her look a bit disheveled. I missed their hugs….our ‘family hugs’ that send them running into our knees, hanging on with all their might…and the magic of the baby-mommy hugs that make me feel whole. Delaney will wrap her entire body around mine; it is as though she has never stopped being a part of my body and soul. Cooper holds on tight and rests his head on my shoulder. I can’t get enough of the cuddling.
I love that with one simple look, my children can communicate how safe I make them feel. They look at me like they KNOW, without a shadow of a doubt, that I will never let them down. I have high expectations to live up to. I am honored to try. I am blessed to have love like this in my life.
I know that tomorrow, the ‘missing them’ may have worn off, but I am determined to stay focused on the love. Distance from them has not made me love them more…it has forced me to see that gratitude for them should always be my first priority.