I was going to write this really mushy post about unconditional love and then nixed it. I'm just too private of a person to put those thoughts on here for all (I know... not as many people care as I think) to read. However, I do want to say that watching my little son sleep in my arms makes me understand a lot more about it then I used to. At this point my little boy loves me like no other. He doesn't care if I'm pretty or fat, if I've brushed my teeth or showered. He is unaware of my body odor when I forget deodorant and thinks the sounds my farts (sorry, it's the best word for them) make are funny. He doesn't know that I have two bachelor degrees or that I no longer make one single cent. His world is filled with cuddles and eating and wriggling little body parts. His joys are mirrors and being thrown in the air and the terrifyingly exciting tickle monster. Some day when the world gets to him he will care about all the silly things we all care too much about, but until then, I will snuggle my sleeping baby and bask in his unconditional love.
January 20, 2009
Unconditional Love
I was going to write this really mushy post about unconditional love and then nixed it. I'm just too private of a person to put those thoughts on here for all (I know... not as many people care as I think) to read. However, I do want to say that watching my little son sleep in my arms makes me understand a lot more about it then I used to. At this point my little boy loves me like no other. He doesn't care if I'm pretty or fat, if I've brushed my teeth or showered. He is unaware of my body odor when I forget deodorant and thinks the sounds my farts (sorry, it's the best word for them) make are funny. He doesn't know that I have two bachelor degrees or that I no longer make one single cent. His world is filled with cuddles and eating and wriggling little body parts. His joys are mirrors and being thrown in the air and the terrifyingly exciting tickle monster. Some day when the world gets to him he will care about all the silly things we all care too much about, but until then, I will snuggle my sleeping baby and bask in his unconditional love.
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Just got your note and decided to check in on your blog. Man, your little cutie is getting sooo big! I will definitely let you know when I get back to Seattle. I miss it so much and can't wait. I LOVE LOVE LOVE the Pac NW and it was home to me as soon as I moved there in '96. PDX rocks too. It's a bit lo pro since my boyfriend is selling his business and it is very integral here on STJ, so we don't really want people here to know. Keep you posted.
Great post and cute pictures! Exactly what I needed to read on a rainy gray day when I was feeling the blues--now I'm cheered! I am so happy for you guys. Thanks for the smiles!
Ahhh. Such a fun age! I think Lars looks just like you...only gummier. ;) And more boyish, for sure. He's just so cute, Leah. I have one of those little high-chair/booster seat thingies, for Syd. I wasn't sure if I'd end up using it or not cause when I bought it, it was a new gizmo I'd never seen before. (Did I just date myself, or what?) But it looks like it does a good job, and Lars thinks it's comfy. I'll have to give it a whirl. (When she can sit up, anyway).
I am a proud Grandma Ann, as well as very proud of my talented daughter in law. Nice writing, Leah, and hugs.
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