What if….

My little hippie child. Will you remember our little secrets? How you take any blanket and lay it on the floor for a tea party? Will you ever know just how much my heart swells when you say “shnuggles momma” or “I love you, Mommy”. Will you remember our living room dance parties and how many times we’ve just crashed onto the floor in full out fits of laughter.
We sing “Twinkle, Twinkle” and “Sugar Plum” every night. Some how, you manage to find a dozen reasons to get out of bed just so I can tuck you back in and sing “Twinkles” then “Sugar Plum” again. In that moment, there’s nothing else that I want more.
I’ve never been much of a worrier. But since having you two, I worry a lot. One of my biggest fears is that something happens to me, and you two will never truly know how much you mean to me. Would anyone else have the patience to tuck you back into bed the fifteenth time and sing you your favorite songs. Would they know how easily your feelings get hurt? If something happened to me, would they know that Stone’s little grunts are really him saying “hey you, come make me laugh”. Will they know the difference between Stones “I’m hungry” cry and “I need a change of scenery” cry. Will anyone else have the patience to get up with you two and pretend it’s morning time at 3 AM?

OH, baby boy. I worried when I was pregnant with you. I had no idea how I could love another little as much as I loved your sister. I spent hours hoping and praying that I would have enough love in my heart to give you. When I first laid eyes on you, all that fear was put to rest. You made my heart grow bigger than I ever knew it could.

OH these little munchkins make me want to change the world. Create Peace on Earth. I want them to grow up in a world where violence is a minimum and happiness is overwhelming.
I caught a few glimpses of Oprah today. A repeat about the 6 year old who was chained and locked in a closet. The amount of anger that ran through my veins was outstanding. The fact any person (right mind or not) could do that to a child makes me sick.
# kristanlynn

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