It always has been......from the moment my eyes first locked with his.
I felt love wash over me....warm, sweet, unending love.
After coming so close to loosing him....there was a reason he was here.
He was special.
His heart was special.
He was love.
We felt the pull.....the love pull he has...
Even as a resting infant...the tug of his heart...you could feel it....
Our treasures were things we wanted to share with him....
because we knew deep down if he loved them...they would be better....
his love is a gift and we were lucky enough to understand that right away.
I am so blessed to be a part of his life......
every time I see this quote...I think of Rolls.....
Calm
Happy
Full of pure joy........
He came into our life.......
and looked at us with eyes of blue......
and love you could feel inside and out......
always giving more....loving more....
you would give him 3 kisses......
he would give you 6
special and tender is his heart......
one look and you smile....
you just do.....
you just do.....
and I watch him in fascination as he lives a life where he puts other first.....he always has....
let me slip my arm around her to be sure she doesn't fall.....
we are both going to race but I want you to know I am here for you and I will be cheering with all my heart.....
I am having a party and I want each guest to write down what they want to do....I want everyone to be happy and have a turn....I want to make time for everyone....
let me see to your needs before mine....and I do this on my own...
You need help and I am here for you.
He. Is. Love.
loving is like breathing for him
He loves big.....
by being a committed best friend and seizure buddy....
He, on his own, will wear two shirts to an unfamiliar place with Braden in the winter...just in case he would need to put one under his head during a seizure...and his coat was hung somewhere not near by.
That is love.
he loves little.....
by all the little random acts of kindness he does everyday.....
pick me up notes.....
taking snacks and music to the kindergarten soccer team that practices at the park.....
just because......
and the way he responds to everything with love....always looking for the best in people....and this is a lost art which he practices everyday.
It's writing a note at school about a narwal fish...but the teacher thinking you wrote about "balls" and getting is trouble.......big trouble.....eyes swollen shut from crying trouble.....over the misunderstanding.....
and responding to that by writing her an apology letter for writing any note at school and bringing her a present the next day......
That is love.
Seeing the best in people. Forgiving. Loving.
He loves his friends fiercely.......
all of them.....
and the love he brings to our family.........
well...it's......hard to describe.....
it's warm.....and real......and unending.......
He is a daily reminder of this.....
and I know I am a better person because of his love.....
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