LOVE. (not just on valentines day)

My baby boy Julius will continue to grow up and one day be buying chocolate roses for someone he fancies. Until then he'll be presenting me with odd coloured surprises and questionable expressions.  He is my favourite person on earth and until April, I love him more than anything but Game of Thrones.

We spend our days attached by the breasts; nourishing each other naturally and in the closest of cuddles. Now that he knows a little bit more of the world around him, I am preparing to be the all wise and knowing Grandma. I'll be showing my grand babes Julius' last new born size diaper and using it to pat dry the tears of joy in reminisce of youth. 

How can such a chublicious little human, have scared me so much me before I knew him.  Being a Mum wasn't quite on my bucket list, thankfully I got the chance of a lifetime to be one. Julius coo's at me and I am so certain he has said I love you. Or maybe it is an echo from me saying it as I kiss his head and hands and feet and chin . And neck.  If not Julius' first I love you I do have another Valentine's love to cry over. 

Last Sunday night, going to bed without a bedtime story was being tried by a jury of 3 minors. It was minutes to 9 and our Monday morning was only hours away. The Saturday night shenanigans still burning at our feet, but we had to put on our work and school boots by 6:30am. 

The staircase is painted with a baby blue sky and marshmallow soft clouds. Until the very top, where night is illuminated with glow in the dark sticker stars, on a deep dark blue attic cover. When the kids get to the top of the stairs I holler "Tell me when you're ready". Finger on the trigger , counting down 3, 2, 1... ok now". 

"Goodnight!"

"Goodnight Raisha" 

"I love you."

*gasp*

"Uh-eyeeii I love you guys too" 

*floats to bed with flushed cheeks and a flutter*

My step babes are my other halves percentage of love that isn't changing Julius's diapers. Or putting notes in lunches.  We're celebrating the anniversary of when we first met in a couple months. And this was our first I love you. 

I was crying tears of love.  I rowed into bed, squeezed my pillow dry and was saturated with pre-slumber dreams of the rest of our lives. There's going to be first's for our family to frolic in for years!! Julius first steps , the first to graduate, first date , who can not fight each other in the car to grandma's first. 

Forever is a long time and I'm so so so great full love has no expiry date. With the amount of lint I pick from Julius' toes and other in-betweens , I'd like to appreciate the not so whimsical parts of love too. Like laundry and emergency haircuts in sticky situations. I feel very comfortable living in breast milk soaked pj's and being nurse assistant to a 5 year old. Because teddy bears get tooth aches too! 

Watching these children get a year older for the rest of my life is more than I could ever wish for on cake candles. 

Happy First I Love You's to all and to all a good Valentines.  

xoxo Raisha's World