Saturday 25 September 2010

My boys

Each night we go up to check on the boys before bedtime, and they never know or notice it (as a rule). Looking at them tonight, I was thinking about when they were just a wish, and the wish became a dream, and the dream became a bump, and the bump became a newborn. And before you know it, they are these children stretched out on a bed fast asleep, unable to keep the duvet over them for warmth, and you know just what it means to love someone wholeheartedly, unconditionally.

It sometimes staggers me. I hope one day my boys will read this (will the Internet be a thing of the past then?) and understand as a parent how much they are loved as children.

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