I realized something the other day about love... Love is the same and different in so many ways! I love so many people, but the way that I love them differs slightly. No one on earth can prepare you for how much you are going to love your baby. I thought I understood the different loves there were- love for friends, love for family, love for lovers. In my mind I guess my love for Zade was going to fall under the love for family type of category, however I have had to create a new category- Love for Zade. The way I feel about him is insane! Every time he smiles, my heart skips a beat. Every time he cries, I rush to his side, never wanting anything in this life to hurt him in any way. Every time he makes a noise, I am a puddle on the floor. I LOVE that boy. I could look at him for hours, and often do! I would do anything for him, anything at all, if it meant his happiness. If it meant it would make him smile. If it meant his safety.
Now, I was probably the child that gave my parents the most sleepless nights, the most gray hairs, and the most grief. I never could understand why they cared so much who I was hanging out with, if I broke curfew, where I was even. I was a big girl, right? I knew what I could handle. And yet... I always needed my parents to bail me out. It's so silly looking back on this now. I now understand completely why my parents were the way they were, and in all honesty, I'm surprised they ever even let me leave the house! Zade should be so lucky! (Ha, just kidding!).
But really though, I am so grateful to my parents for loving me. I am so grateful to be able to experence this kind of love myself. It is such a beautiful thing, and I truly hope everyone can feel this for themselves someday!!
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