Dear My Love,
You love it when I call you that. I could call you a hundred different silly nicknames that you think are pretty great but when you hear me call out "My Love" you freeze and look at me with your deep brown eyes. It's almost like you know that you capture the very essence of a concept I've thought elusive for most of my life.
What is love? Is it a feeling? An idea? Is it a person? After all these years of life, I'm still not sure I can define it in concrete terms but I do know that you, A, at the tender young age of five are familiar with love. You encapsulate it when you flash me a grin after I've told you some lame knock-knock joke for the umpteenth time. Your droopy eyes emanate love even after you've seen me "done lose my mind" because I just had a break-down over a seemingly minimal moment such as you taking one millisecond too long to put on your shoes. Your forgiveness demonstrates it in a profound way when you catch me eating ice cream that you can't have and that I can't give up because I'm more selfish than a two year old child. The gentleness with which you try to hold your massive sister who weighs a slight 5 pounds less than you is love. And certainly the way you throw your head back and laugh, savoring life and celebrating good things, shows that you know love.
That's what I'm learning from you as I begin to understand this thing called love. It is a positive that far outweighs any negative that it could bring. Love takes a chance and there's a lot at stake. But, like you, I choose to love. On your second birthday the doctors told us that your life would teeter and hang in the balance indefinitely. This Wednesday marks your 5th year of life and my 5th year of loving with reckless abandon. My love, here's to one more year, one more miracle, one more chance to show that love never fails.
With all that I have,
Mama
About Me
- borabora
- This blog was an accident. A conversation I had with my daughter changed my mind about blogging. Which is not too surprising considering she's been changing me (for the better) ever since her debut into this world. Anyway, back to the point, not all accidents are bad. Look at my second child, Gwen, for example...hehe. Ok, bad joke. (The 2nd child already has it hard enough as it is. Sorry Gwen.) I am a happy stay-at-home mama with two beautiful girls and an awesome hubby and I happen to find myself in many (accidental) situations that turn out to be the best thing ever. Hopefully this will be one of those times. Thanks for reading the mish-mosh of memories and musings that are being recorded as a gift for the two little girls that have captured my heart.
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