Sunday, October 4, 2015

Ephraim the delight

I made this same smile as a kid, teeth sticking out with my bottom lip tucked under

Ephraim loves wearing headbands. Ben hates it because it's so girly, but I just think it is hilarious/so cute. I must be his mother!
Always has a car in his hand. Always.



Oh Ephraim, you are such a delight. You make it easy to love you. You have such a sweet disposition, a gentle way about you. You're affectionate and obedient, without guile. I'll take a moment to myself sometimes, but it won't be long before I hear a "Maaam?" calling around the corner. A smile breaks across my face. Daddy calls you a "Momma's Boy," but I know you love him just as much.  You'll want me right by you while you play with your cars, just happy to be in my company. It is strange that I am your mother, and I should be showering you with love, but for reasons I don't understand you shower me with love instead. And you always have, since before you were even born. When I see your happy little face appear around the corner I can't refrain myself from kissing your little head, or giving you a tight hug-- your presence such a comfort to me.

I've learned so much about love from you, Ephraim. Your love is unconditional. It's perfect in its kindness and cheerfulness. You draw others to you because of the calm, peaceful light of love that you carry. It's simply a part of who you have always been. It's the light of your Father in you.

Thank you for letting me be your mother. Thank you for being a small corner of my life that has always been filled with joy, encapsulated in a little boy that I love.


Love,

Your Mother

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