Monday, October 21, 2013
A Day With My Boys
Last Sunday, after having a serious bout of cabin fever, I decided it was time for the three of us to head to the beach and let the salty air fill our lungs. It had been far too long since the last time I had sand between my toes and the sound of waves crashing in my ears; to say it was good for my soul would be an understatement. Despite my pasty complexion, I do believe I was made to live where the ocean meets the sand; and one day, I know I'll be back. Until then, days like this will have to keep my heart full.
This was Samuel's first time standing on the sand and I loved watching him taking it all in. I find it so hard to write about him because I have to use so much restraint or all of my posts would just be me gushing over him and how much I absolutely love him. It's getting quite ridiculous, this love I have for him. Love that I didn't even know existed within me. I can't believe that I used to worry, when I was pregnant, that I could never feel the way other mothers describe. This huge adoration they babble on about. But now, oh boy, now I realise that those other mothers were dialling it down so as not to sound like lunatics. A mothers love for her child is a force to be reckoned with indeed.
On that note, I'm going to go kiss my boy goodnight for the hundredth time and take in all of his deliciousness because I'm his mum and that's my job.
Posted by Claire