This morning Zoe woke up about 5AM, ravenous and ready to play. Her daddy climbed out of bed and sleepily deposited her next to me, right in the middle of the bed. I nursed her, and popped her off, sure she would go back to sleep. Her head bobbed, her legs flopped up and down, and she cheerfully blew some bubbles. I groaned and heaved her up between the pillows, rolled over, and fell back asleep.
About an hour later, my eyes opened. I glanced over. Zoe had managed to wiggle her way over to her daddy, and quietly lay snuggled up against him. Their heads touched, his arm gently lay across her. A peaceful smile on both faces, happy in repose.
I never love my husband more than when I see him love our children. We both felt astonished at how when Zoe joined our family, our love didn't stretch thin, but increased ten thousand fold. Despite all the business and exhaustion, our love for them magnifies our own love for one another. His besottedness over chubby girl cheeks and laughter at Jed's manly wrestling grunts tells me he loves me more than any number of flower bouquets and boxes of chocolates. All I need is two happy, beloved faces pressed together on an early morning pillow.
Patience
8 years ago
7 comments:
Mike, she doesn't need the flowers or chocolate but just to be safe, get them anyway. :)
Vanessa, stop it! You make me cry every time I read a new post. You all are so wonderful.
Oh, and Mike...What Ben said;o)
I think Michael's the one who usually gets chocolate ;c) And flowers are only 4 bucks at Aldi, dear.
So lovely! I wish Jude would snuggle with us but he is too wiggly! Boys!
I'm with you, nothing warms my heart more than seeing Ben with the kids. It deepens that love I already have for him.
What a beautiful post!
Sniff, sniff. So beautifully written! You and Michael are such a perfect pair.
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