Some thoughts

I love my nephews. I ‘m beginning to think they are the loves of my life. When I walk into a room, they both shout a greeting and run to hug me. It doesn’t matter if I’ve seen them ten times that day—It’s always the same. Their faces light up, brighter than sunlight. I am humbled and overwhelmed with their love. In those precious moments of overwhelming love, I thank God for blessing me. And I wonder what did I do that was so right for me to deserve such unconditional love—such a heartwarming gift?

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I hate having to tell the boys to stop doing whatever they’re doing when its time to go to bed. Most of the time it’s usually all three of us playing a game or watching a movie with all three of us huddled up together. It almost kills them to call an end to their day. Both boys beg to stay up for “one more minute.” But I have to be stern and off to bed they go. One day, when they’re older, I’ll tell them about our nighttime battles and only then will I confess that I long for “one more minute”, too.