It's funny how love changes.
It grows in such a different direction from where it once began.
The pensive love. The dizzy love. The just can't get enough love. The O.M.G. we're getting married love!
And then come children.
They change who you are.
They change how you love.
I remember when I had my first, my beautiful Isabella.
I sat in an upstairs bedroom having just finished nursing.
The sun was coming through the window on an October day, just so.
I laid her down beside me and could not, just could not, get the stupid grin off my face.
My husband walked in at that moment.
I looked up and said "I am so happy". And I still remember feeling like I might burst with the love that I had for that tiny human being.
From that day on, I can truly say that I knew what love was.
The purest kind.
I loved my husband, yes. But this? This was different.
It changed me.
It changed how I loved.
On Valentine's Day and every day...
these 3 have my heart.
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| izzy and julian, valentine's day 2003 Ava, fall 2012 |
Happy Valentine's Day.
