Love Hurts

Have you ever loved anyone so much it hurt?  Okay, so that question is kind of cliche but I've found myself literally hurting over how much I love my family.  Sometimes I look at my kids and become so overwhelmed with love that I start to cry.  I'm not sure why I cry because I honestly don't think I'm THAT emotional of a person, but the tears just come whether I want them to or not.  

I remember a time when I thought I never wanted kids.  I wanted to be a career wife and have all the time and money to do whatever I wanted with my husband.  I wanted to travel, live in a big city in a high-rise apartment, and go see broadway shows on Friday nights.  I admit, there are days when my mind wanders to that time and dreams of that again, but my life here in Missoula with my husband and two kids is exactly where I want to be.  You hear people say you'll never a experience the kind of love you have for your children until you actually have them, and it's every bit true!  I don't know what I would do if anything ever happened to them.  They are what makes my world go 'round.  

And then there's my hubby.  I'm not quite sure what I did to deserve him.  There really are no words to describe the love I have for him or what he means to me.  I guess the best way to put it is that he strives to love me the way Christ loves His church, and when it comes down to it, there is no greater love than that.  I'm pretty darn lucky because I know I'm not deserving of that kind of love, but for whatever reason he does it anyway.  I'm not sure if I believe that there is just one person out there for people, but I know there is nobody out there better suited for me than Alex.  

I hope none of you are rushing to the bathroom ready to throw up all the mushiness I just fed you.  I really didn't intend to sound like a Hallmark card...

Being a mom and reflecting on how much my own parents love me, it makes me kind of embarrassed of how I treated them when I was younger.  Everything they ever did was only because they loved me and it makes me sick to my stomach to think how much I must have hurt them by going through my rebellious stage.  If my kids ever do that...!!!!!  Thank goodness I have a few more years before all of that.

Family truly is a gift from God and I am so thankful for the one I have.