My heart explodes for you, little love. You are the reason for absolutely everything and I cannot begin to thank God enough for what you’ve done in our hearts. Happy very first birthday sweet little thing. You are absolutely incredible. ( @blairzyboy ❤️ )
My heart explodes for you, little love. You are the reason for absolutely everything and I cannot begin to thank God enough for what you’ve done in our hearts. Happy very first birthday sweet little thing. You are absolutely incredible. ( @blairzyboy ❤️ )
My heart explodes for you, little love. You are the reason for absolutely everything and I cannot begin to thank God enough for what you’ve done in our hearts. Happy very first birthday sweet little thing. You are absolutely incredible. ( @blairzyboy ❤️ )
Well done on these groovy overalls auntie Grey @greylinjamesrue
Well done on these groovy overalls auntie Grey @greylinjamesrue
Well done on these groovy overalls auntie Grey @greylinjamesrue
Well done on these groovy overalls auntie Grey @greylinjamesrue
as this moment actively occurs, I look back at this memory and relive in this experience, over and over…. as many times as i can. …I want to remember how little you are right now, to look at you and realize that this is the smallest little “You” that I’ll ever know…. to look at each little funny looking Pitter-patter step of yours and take it in for how innocently incredible it is…. and to allow the moment to replay beneath the surface of my senses, reaching each nerve, and filling up the empty space within my lungs, to the fuzzes on the back of my neck. All at the same time, this feeling is so unbelievably happy, and it’s so unbelievably sad…. I love you so much that it pulls at my heart. I feel like the word that resonates is, “More.” And I feel like when I’m 60 years older it’s the same word that will resonate with me when I think back at this moment with you… I want to give you More love than I am capable of giving. I want More from myself for you. I’ll wish I spent More time looking at each dimple in your skin…. appreciating how miraculously perfect you were put together. I wish for “More” from this world for you and I want More kindness from this world for you…. and sensitivity, and open-heartedness. I want more God from people’s hearts for you. I just want more for you. Of myself, of time, of love… of you. I love you More than I’ll ever be able to tell you or show you… and that’s a melancholy hue that makes everything that much more uniquely felt…. a flaw, or a vulnerability of imperfection… and it allows me to feel each moment with you that much More.
as this moment actively occurs, I look back at this memory and relive in this experience, over and over…. as many times as i can. …I want to remember how little you are right now, to look at you and realize that this is the smallest little “You” that I’ll ever know…. to look at each little funny looking Pitter-patter step of yours and take it in for how innocently incredible it is…. and to allow the moment to replay beneath the surface of my senses, reaching each nerve, and filling up the empty space within my lungs, to the fuzzes on the back of my neck. All at the same time, this feeling is so unbelievably happy, and it’s so unbelievably sad…. I love you so much that it pulls at my heart. I feel like the word that resonates is, “More.” And I feel like when I’m 60 years older it’s the same word that will resonate with me when I think back at this moment with you… I want to give you More love than I am capable of giving. I want More from myself for you. I’ll wish I spent More time looking at each dimple in your skin…. appreciating how miraculously perfect you were put together. I wish for “More” from this world for you and I want More kindness from this world for you…. and sensitivity, and open-heartedness. I want more God from people’s hearts for you. I just want more for you. Of myself, of time, of love… of you. I love you More than I’ll ever be able to tell you or show you… and that’s a melancholy hue that makes everything that much more uniquely felt…. a flaw, or a vulnerability of imperfection… and it allows me to feel each moment with you that much More.
as this moment actively occurs, I look back at this memory and relive in this experience, over and over…. as many times as i can. …I want to remember how little you are right now, to look at you and realize that this is the smallest little “You” that I’ll ever know…. to look at each little funny looking Pitter-patter step of yours and take it in for how innocently incredible it is…. and to allow the moment to replay beneath the surface of my senses, reaching each nerve, and filling up the empty space within my lungs, to the fuzzes on the back of my neck. All at the same time, this feeling is so unbelievably happy, and it’s so unbelievably sad…. I love you so much that it pulls at my heart. I feel like the word that resonates is, “More.” And I feel like when I’m 60 years older it’s the same word that will resonate with me when I think back at this moment with you… I want to give you More love than I am capable of giving. I want More from myself for you. I’ll wish I spent More time looking at each dimple in your skin…. appreciating how miraculously perfect you were put together. I wish for “More” from this world for you and I want More kindness from this world for you…. and sensitivity, and open-heartedness. I want more God from people’s hearts for you. I just want more for you. Of myself, of time, of love… of you. I love you More than I’ll ever be able to tell you or show you… and that’s a melancholy hue that makes everything that much more uniquely felt…. a flaw, or a vulnerability of imperfection… and it allows me to feel each moment with you that much More.
as this moment actively occurs, I look back at this memory and relive in this experience, over and over…. as many times as i can. …I want to remember how little you are right now, to look at you and realize that this is the smallest little “You” that I’ll ever know…. to look at each little funny looking Pitter-patter step of yours and take it in for how innocently incredible it is…. and to allow the moment to replay beneath the surface of my senses, reaching each nerve, and filling up the empty space within my lungs, to the fuzzes on the back of my neck. All at the same time, this feeling is so unbelievably happy, and it’s so unbelievably sad…. I love you so much that it pulls at my heart. I feel like the word that resonates is, “More.” And I feel like when I’m 60 years older it’s the same word that will resonate with me when I think back at this moment with you… I want to give you More love than I am capable of giving. I want More from myself for you. I’ll wish I spent More time looking at each dimple in your skin…. appreciating how miraculously perfect you were put together. I wish for “More” from this world for you and I want More kindness from this world for you…. and sensitivity, and open-heartedness. I want more God from people’s hearts for you. I just want more for you. Of myself, of time, of love… of you. I love you More than I’ll ever be able to tell you or show you… and that’s a melancholy hue that makes everything that much more uniquely felt…. a flaw, or a vulnerability of imperfection… and it allows me to feel each moment with you that much More.
as this moment actively occurs, I look back at this memory and relive in this experience, over and over…. as many times as i can. …I want to remember how little you are right now, to look at you and realize that this is the smallest little “You” that I’ll ever know…. to look at each little funny looking Pitter-patter step of yours and take it in for how innocently incredible it is…. and to allow the moment to replay beneath the surface of my senses, reaching each nerve, and filling up the empty space within my lungs, to the fuzzes on the back of my neck. All at the same time, this feeling is so unbelievably happy, and it’s so unbelievably sad…. I love you so much that it pulls at my heart. I feel like the word that resonates is, “More.” And I feel like when I’m 60 years older it’s the same word that will resonate with me when I think back at this moment with you… I want to give you More love than I am capable of giving. I want More from myself for you. I’ll wish I spent More time looking at each dimple in your skin…. appreciating how miraculously perfect you were put together. I wish for “More” from this world for you and I want More kindness from this world for you…. and sensitivity, and open-heartedness. I want more God from people’s hearts for you. I just want more for you. Of myself, of time, of love… of you. I love you More than I’ll ever be able to tell you or show you… and that’s a melancholy hue that makes everything that much more uniquely felt…. a flaw, or a vulnerability of imperfection… and it allows me to feel each moment with you that much More.
