I have spent most of my time in the car today thinking how to write this post. There’s no news or revelation, I’ve just been trying to articulate a feeling I experienced this morning.
You know when you look at your kids and they look back at you in a certain way. The way that makes your head, heart and whole body explode from a mega overload of love, pride, joy and some other intense emotion I have been trying to grasp all day.
I have to admit, I experience these feelings more often now my kids are older. They let me sleep more, have better communication skills and can be pretty handy. Babies are cute, cuddly and smell amazing, but they don’t offer much in the way of companionship or the ability to pass anything to you just out of arms reach.