Sometimes, as a mom, I have these moments where I take a step back. I take a moment and just breathe it all in. I have this rush of disbelief and everything around me goes quiet. All I hear is the laughter and playful words of my four-year-old little girl. Tears fill my eyes and I’m overcome with grace and thankfulness that I was chosen to be her mama. How did I get so lucky?
Those moments when she runs up to me with her arms stretched out, and I kneel down and let her jump into my arms. Those big, huge, neck-squeezing hugs. Those are my favorite and those are what I live for. I live for this girl. Everything I do is for her.
I know for a fact there were people who didn’t believe in me when I became pregnant at just nineteen. I know there were people who thought I would drop out of school for good and Cory and I wouldn’t make it through this all together.
Shame on them… how could they not know we’d do absolutely anything for our sweet little girl?
I never understood the meaning of the word “love” until I held her in my arms for the first time. Thank you for giving meaning to my life, Alea Lou. Thank you for making me a better person and thank you for encouraging me to accomplish my dreams so I can make yours a possibility.
I just wanted to say, Love you, Alea Lou!
Because really, I can’t say it enough!