Maybe more isn't the right word. I mean I've always loved Finn with a fierceness that sometimes brings tears to my eyes. But lately . . . lately it feels like it's settled into something deeper, more profound, more comfortable, more . . . something. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I find myself lately just wanting to eat him up.
Maybe it's the way he reaches his arms out for me lately. Maybe it's that he's back to nursing and that feels so right. Maybe it's the way he giggles and his eyes crinkle up into crescent moons when I blow raspberries on his belly. Or the way he blows raspberries. Or maybe it's the way he claps his hands so enthusiastically whenever he hears "Yayy Finn!" Maybe it's the way he follows his siblings around. Or the way he's brought out things in my other kids like compassion and tolerance. Maybe it's the way he rounds out our family so perfectly.
Maybe it's just the natural progression of accepting and embracing this element of our life.
6 comments:
The longer I "know" you the more I think you are great. Love to Finn.
I know exactly how you feel and share the same deep passion for Joaquin. What a beautiful post! Your journey is just as amazing as Finnian's :)
Maybe it's those eyes ;-)
This post made me feel like hugging my baby... thanks!
I totally understand. There's so much to celebrate and our kids keep surprising us in good ways. Glad he's doing so well!
I feel exactly the same way about my son, Brennan. I often feel like I couldn't love him more...and then I do.
I understand. I feel that "more...something" too.
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