So when I was the new mother of just one child, I thought he was the cutest, mose precious thing in the whole wide world. And he was, for the record. Nothing could bring me as much complete joy as my little squishy baby. Then another little one entered my home. As she grew my heart filled right up and I swore, yes swore, that nothing on earth could be more beautiful and that I couldn't possibly feel this immense love for any other child. Oh, but wait. My youngest little chubster has competely stolen my heart and is it weird that I hunger for him? That I find him completely delicious to look at and squeeze and cuddle? 'Cause I do. He seriously has a way... he lights up for me and smiles and giggles for me and frankly is simply irresitable. Someday I'm probably going to have to tell him no, but the few times I've tried his little bottom lip has shamed me back into hugging the heck out of him. I guess God knows that I'm supposed to love them all the most, because as impossible as it sounds, I do.
And either because of that or in spite of it, I haven't decided which, I'm giving someone else a turn. Don't worry, it's only for a few days. I'm escaping for the weekend with the biggest and strongest of my loves (don't tell coop, he thinks he's the strongest). Aunt Lindsay can feast on all the kissableness around here which just might balance the chase scenes, the after-meal clean up and the diapers. Let's pray for her, shall we? Sometimes I have to remind myself that these little people in my life aren't really mine, that I just get to take care of them for a while, and I've got to say, I am one heck of a lucky woman. I mean seriously, between the dancing, the kissing, the squeezing and the incredibly interesting conversation, I've really got it made.
One last visual for you and for me to remember. Do you know the scene in Friends where Phoebe is trying to teach Joey French? You know, where she says something and he's supposed to repeat it and what he says sounds nothing like what she said? That exact scenario has played out with Seneca and I several times this week. I really wish the written word could capture how completely hilrious and endearing it is to see her concentrate and try so hard to say what I'm saying and it isn't even close. Gotta give the girl props.