TruMama

Love is many things, but since having you it’s become much clearer to me.

More focused, yet all-encompassing.

More intense, yet fragile.

More intentional, yet serendipitous.

Love is…

a lazy Saturday morning serenade. You make up songs as you go. Singing freely.

Love is…

running around the backyard with the puppy dogs. There’s nothing better than seeing their tails wag at the sight of us. Or how they rub up against us when we are together and lean into us with their soft, strong bodies to show affection, nearly knocking us over.

Puppy hugs.

Love is…

jumping on the trampoline on a cold and cloudy day. With a sword, no doubt. The imagination hard at work. Creating scenarios. Narrating as you go.

Love is…

jumping on the trampoline on a warm and sunny day. Making faces the whole time. Seeing how silly you can be. Just raw fun.

Love is small moments of surprises that whisper to us during the day. Those moments we discover as we make our way along. Doing all the things we ordinarily do.

It’s the moment I stop and look at you when you are talking, because nothing else matters more than what you are saying to me.

It’s the moment I pause while unloading the dishwasher to watch how crazy fast you can run into the living room.

It’s the moment when we are playing and you say something funny and we both crack up laughing out loud.

It’s the moment when you jump into bed, lay down flat and I flap the blanket over you. You giggle and say, “Again!” again and again until my arms are tired.

It’s the moment I look in my rear view mirror and see you engrossed in deep conversation, because we don’t turn on the radio. We talk to each other.

I could go on and on. We are overflowing with moments.

Gorgeous moments.

Beautiful moments.

I’m so grateful for each of them. For these moments make our life joyful.

Love is tender.

Love is fierce.

Love is a boy named Tru.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

I love you too much!!