TruMama

How can I measure my love for you? This feeling. This life.

Impossible. But every day I try. Hopelessly.

Love is not an amount.

As I watch you burst with excitement…my heart leaps.

As I watch you explore…my mind marvels.

It is every expression. Every smile.

You need nothing. Just attention and you are happy.

How can I measure this love that has completely changed me? Completely changed my life? Every day from here on out?

A radical transformation, indeed.

If I could just find the word. Just find the example. Then you would understand. You would get it.

But I chase after it, like the waves chase after you.

Knocking you off your feet, but you love it and get back up and run right back in. Eager for more.

How can I measure my love for you?

I cannot.

I simply live every day so grateful that you are in my life.

I simply enjoy every moment with you.

I am a moment chaser.

“Come on mama. Get in with me. You can do it. Just put the camera down.”

(And so I did. And it was freezing cold, but Oh so fun!)

I love you too much!