(Old picture, but a favorite. 5 months)
I'm so blessed to know the meaning of true love.
True love is having to pee soooo bad while you're stuck under your napping baby, but you hold it as long as possible so she can finish her nap.
True love is snuggling your baby even after she wakes up at 2am and throws up all over you.
True love is spending the majority of a church sermon chasing your daughter around the lobby, yet still thanking God for his blessings.
True love is putting someone else's needs before your own.
True love is not focusing on how another can fulfill you, but how you can serve the other person; how you can enrich their lives.
True love is exhausting. True love is rewarding.
This is what matters. Relationships. Family. Children. It's not about the things. It's about the people. It's not about where you live, how much money you have, how expensive your shoes are. It's all about the little things in a day; the smiles, hugs, laughs, challenges, and lessons that you can only appreciate by being present.
I have everything I need.