These girls are obsessed with their mother. I was just telling my Dad the other night how they remind me so much of my sister and I when we were little – always hanging on our Dad.
My forever wish is that they never get tired of hanging all over me, that we always share special dates like this together, and that they always know I cherish them.
It warms my heart and makes me unbelievably grateful for their loving hearts toward me.
A whole living room and they sit on top of me, they shower with me, they constantly bring me books/balls/cards/games to play, they wait impatiently for me to return from the gym or grocery store, they won’t go to bed without “just one more hug” :: I could go on and on.
I love them for loving me, I savor every hug and little giggle we share. This is what mother-hood is – when you love little humans you created with all of your being. When nothing they do can ever change the way I love or care for them.
On Sundays occasionally, me and the girlies like to go to O’Henry Hotel for afternoon tea time – it’s perfect. Dainty little tea dishes, delicious teas, perfect treats and sweets: all while we giggle chatting about all things girly and fun.
I was made to be a mother and our special times together like this remind me why.