boys. my 3 boys. my sweet loving boys.
there is something to be said for being the only female in a house full of boys. besides remaining quite mysterious in the way i function in sharp contrast to the popular rough and tough tumbling and wrestling activities, i have a special place in the home. i am the sole recipient of the loving adoration of 3 sweet boys (and 1 amazing husband).
my 2nd born, uriah, is especially tender and thoughtful in his words towards me. often i will hear this little one spontaneously say, "you are just beautiful mama."
"that is beautiful makeup you are wearing."
"mama, you have the most beautiful eyes."
"that is the most beautiful shirt mama! it looks so pretty on you."
"mama, you are the most beautifulest girl in the whole world. i love you so, so, so, so much."
and how can the heart of any woman resist swelling with love when she is privileged to receive the unrestrained love of a child? these big blue eyes, pouty lips, and head of loose blond curls gets me every time.
then regardless of the big people world that rushes around me clamoring for my attention and affections, everything stands still in the moment this soft voice offers up his words of love. all that seemed so big and overwhelming is suddenly small and of little importance. my heart is filled with joy.