It’s Never Enough

I can’t tell you how many times a day I tell the kids I love them. How special they are. How happy they make me. Seriously, it’s a lot. And those words are usually spoken with hugs, kisses, hand holding etc.

My husband and I are the same. Lots of lovey-dovey stuff. Pet names, whispers, touches and a lot of I love yous.

But now, in the storm of stress, it doesn’t seem like enough. It’s not enough. As though every second of every day I should be telling this family how much I love them and how special they are to me.

It’s love so overwhelming it hurts.

I need them to know how much.