(I) I Love You More
Today’s post for the A-to-Z Challenge is brought to you by the letter I!
When I was younger, I remember telling my mom that I love her. Her very quick and easy response was (and still is), “I love you more.” I’d argue lovingly with her for a while that it wasn’t possible, there was no way she could love me more than I love her.
Up until a little over seven months ago I never really understood why she always says that. I never understood how she can possibly feel that way.
Up until a little over seven months ago I had never uttered “I love you more” and truly got it.
Now I get it.
I love him more. With every bit of my being, I love him more than he will ever be able to fathom until he has a little one of his own many years from now. My son is my world, and my heart keeps growing. Every time I wake up, I love him more. I look forward to the days when he can start telling me that he loves me. To hear his tiny voice with his love-filled eyes expressing his love.
And I know what my response will be. “I love you more.”
I get it now, Mom.