If love is a blessing, then I am truly blessed. There’s a lot of love at our house and I’m reminded of it every day.
My almost five-year old finally tells me he loves me, without adding his special “love” words behind it. He’ll come over and gives me a big, squeezy hug and a kiss and tell me he loves me. The other day, he told me, “Mama, I love you so much, I’m going to write you a love note”. Well, lucky me, I got not one but two love notes!
His brother has been writing me love notes for a while, so he sets a good example. :-)
They enjoy using my Post-It notes to do that, so they got a couple of packs each in their stockings for Christmas.
Besides giving me love notes on small pieces of paper, my eldest also likes to use the notecards he gets at school to share a tender message. Here’s one example of what can be inside his cards. He sure knows I love pink and purple! Look at me, I look good!
He also likes to take over the whiteboard above my desk to leave me love messages. How could I ever erase that?
My kids want me to save their love notes and I do. Here’s a nice stack of them on my desk.
How can I look at these love notes and not feel blessed? The Beatles were right. Love is all you need.