A Love Story

I love our nightly rituals. We get in bed, we read books or tell stories, we talk about who we are going to pray for, we pray together and I pray over her. I tell her how much I love her and how thankful I am for her. I ask her if she knows how much I love her and she says "yes." I ask her "how much" and she says "big." I kiss her. I don't remember when we started this but we've done this for as long as I can remember. Then she says "here Momma" and we put our heads even closer and she hands me a bunny ear. Sometimes she asks me to rub her back with the ear. Most of the time she wants me to rub my nose and face with the ear like she does. We lay there, head to head, rubbing the bunny's ears on our faces. I smell her freshly washed hair. I smell the night time lotion on her little body. I hear her sucking on her papi. I hear her breathing. There's enough light that I can see her beautiful face. She rubs her tiny feet against my legs. I watch her. I cherish these precious moments. They are real. They are simple. They are priceless. They are wonderful. They are pure. They are powerful. They complete me. It is true unconditional love. Time stands still for a short little while. Nothing else matters during those treasured moments. I. Am. Blessed.


"The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace."  ~ Numbers 6:24-26 ( NIV)

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