I just love you

The love I feel for my son is immeasurable. It is a love I had never know before he arrived. It is so strong that love just isnt a big enough word for it. Even during his worst temper tantrum of the day, I cant help but look at him throwing himslef around, crying, and telling me I'm not his friend anymore, and feel nothing but pure love.

The other night, I found myself thinking about love, and how much I love my son. Then it dawned on me, how often do I as a wife, think of the love I feel for my husband? Wow, not too often. I mean, of course I love him. But when one has a child, the love for the child often takes precedence to the love for one's spouse. So I pondered on this for awhile. As I sat on the porch swing and watched my son playing, and pondered the love I felt for my husband, my husband came home from work. He greeted our son, then approached the porch and leaned over to kiss me hello. He sat down with me on the swing and we discussed our days. I looked at him, I mean really looked at him. I saw his brown eyes, his strong jaw line, his broad shoulders and muscular arms. I noticed the way he has this little half grin while he watches our son play. Then he noticed me noticing him. He greeted my gaze with a sweet smile and reached over to hold my hand. It hit me. RIght then it hit me. I love my husband as much as I love my son. The love I feel for my husband is just as immeasurable. It's just a different kind of love. A love that is stored someplace separate in my heart. The feeling that rushed over me was intense. In an instant I thought back to our first kiss, the first time he held my hand, the first time I caught him just watching me. After 6 years of being a couple, I still love him as much as the first time I confessed my love to him.

We continued to sit on the porch swing together in silence, holding hands and watching our boy ride his bike. I glanced at Bryan and he again caught me watching him. This time, however, I had a small tear welled up in each eye. He tilted his head to the side, squeezed my hand and asked, "What's wrong babe?" I smiled thru my welling tears, looked him in the eyes, and replied, "Nothing. I just love you."