I welcome 2007 with big wide open arms. Couldn't be wider. I welcome change. I welcome the challenges I know will come. I can take it. I want to take it. At the prospect of being one year older, of seeing another year pass, I feel stronger.
To my husband I say, I could not love you more. You are the rise and fall of me and we could not be what we are without each other. It's you I look to when I need strength or reassurance. It's you who soothes my heart when it hurts, when I cry, when I am sad. Sometimes I have to yell it out, but eventually, when you get it, you are there. For that and a thousand other reasons, I love you. If I died tomorrow, I would die knowing that I have had the love of a hundred lifetimes with you. Our souls are connected and what one wants, the other at least respects if not duplicates the wanting itself. I know I have found what to some is elusive. It leaves me content. This year that is upon us will bring wonderful things and mabye sad things but together, we will face it all. As always.
To my boys I say you could not bring me more joy. I could sit and watch you for hours on end. Amazing. Amazing love. To think we brought you into this world with so much love and now it's all just coming full circle; it's the sheer definition of happiness and it's definitely the stuff of life. You are the stuff of our lives. I love you all; all three of you. Granted, Lucas, I cannot sit and watch you for hours on end, you are not here. But I love you the same, I love you immensely and you are always always included in my thoughts and now I've become strong enough that when people ask me how many children I have, I say three. I used to only say two. It was too hard. In that, I have grown. I love you all the same and it bursts the seams of my heart. The Oldest and I now say "I love you with a million hearts" and then he tries to trump me with "I have an extra pocket of love that Mom's can't have so I love you more than you love me" and what can I say to that?
I wish for this year to bring joy and calm and learning and more love. Simple things. Nothing more.
--Jenn
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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