I'm an emotional kinda gal. I wear my heart on my sleeve. As tough as I try to be, I have more compassion than you could possibly imagine. I guess that's one of the many reasons I've wanted to become a nurse.
So here it is, not even noon and I've probably cried or teared up at least 3-4 times. Why?
I was listening to my iPod on the way home from picking up my kids from camp and a song came on that immediately sent my thoughts to Matt. I thought back to the first night we met and like a cheshire cat, my whole face lit up. My heart swelled until I thought it would burst in my chest, I got the warm fuzzies and then I started to cry. Not just tear up but CRY. Yeah. I'm a cry baby.
It's the feeling that moves you to the most beautiful tears. Knowing that someone loves you more than themselves. That's hard to find. He can walk in a room and my whole world will stand still. That look he gives me ...butterflies, have mercy. When he wraps his arms around me, I melt. He let's me know that I'm his whole world just by smiling at me. I've never in my life experienced anything like him. It is overwhelming. It is my perfection.
So I picked my kids up from camp and every time I go, the counselors gush over them. How wonderful they are, smart, polite...and this sense of pride fills me. Tears well up just thinking about it. They are incredibly amazing. I've been privileged and trusted with their lives; to raise them up and teach them to be productive members of society. They are unique in their own ways which gives them certain qualities about them that I adore so much. I didn't teach that part...it is just who they are. And I love it. We, as parents feel it's our duty to teach them about life. In reality, it's mine who have taught me so much more.
To whatever God in this universe felt I was worthy of this much love & happiness in my life...thank you. I'll continue to allow these happy tears to fall.
So here it is, not even noon and I've probably cried or teared up at least 3-4 times. Why?
I was listening to my iPod on the way home from picking up my kids from camp and a song came on that immediately sent my thoughts to Matt. I thought back to the first night we met and like a cheshire cat, my whole face lit up. My heart swelled until I thought it would burst in my chest, I got the warm fuzzies and then I started to cry. Not just tear up but CRY. Yeah. I'm a cry baby.
It's the feeling that moves you to the most beautiful tears. Knowing that someone loves you more than themselves. That's hard to find. He can walk in a room and my whole world will stand still. That look he gives me ...butterflies, have mercy. When he wraps his arms around me, I melt. He let's me know that I'm his whole world just by smiling at me. I've never in my life experienced anything like him. It is overwhelming. It is my perfection.
So I picked my kids up from camp and every time I go, the counselors gush over them. How wonderful they are, smart, polite...and this sense of pride fills me. Tears well up just thinking about it. They are incredibly amazing. I've been privileged and trusted with their lives; to raise them up and teach them to be productive members of society. They are unique in their own ways which gives them certain qualities about them that I adore so much. I didn't teach that part...it is just who they are. And I love it. We, as parents feel it's our duty to teach them about life. In reality, it's mine who have taught me so much more.
To whatever God in this universe felt I was worthy of this much love & happiness in my life...thank you. I'll continue to allow these happy tears to fall.
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