I love my husband. I love him in a best friend kind of way....we can talk about anything, laugh about everything, pray together, cry together, be together. I love him in a romantic kind of way. I love who I want to to be for him, because of him. I love that I can see all the way into his heart, that he allows me that deep. I love what he has to offer the world....and that he sees this as nothing more than ordinary. He is extraordinary. That's what I mean when I say I love my husband.
I love my daughter. I love her in a girly kind of way....laughing about nothing, pedicures just because, hair curlers, way too much lip gloss, princesses, fairies and lemonade stands. I love her in an admiration kind of way, the capacity she has to love people, it's unbelievable. She has such a fairness about her, a concern for others...she is so wise beyond her years. She is truly respectable, at four. I love her in a learning kind of way. What she teaches me is more than anyone has...more than books, teachers, professors. I see God in her. I am bursting with pride because of her. That's what I mean when I say I love my daughter.
I love our foster kids. I love them in a learning, growing, changing, becoming kind of way. I love what they have brought to our family. I love that they needed us, but that we needed them more. I love that they are attaching to us and that they offer hugs and kisses without hesitation. I love that my heart has quadrupled in size because of them. That's what I mean when I say I love our foster kids.
Happy Valentine's Day
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