Monday, July 25, 2005
Trying to Understand the Love of a Parent
Before we lost the embryo, a friend explained that he found it amazing how he could stare almost endlessly, with boundless love, at his sleeping newborn. I thought of that one morning this weekend when I found myself staring for quite a while at Kathy sleeping next to me, with what felt like boundless love. It was then that I realized the purity of the love that parenting provides, because with Kathy, in addition to the welling up of love I felt, I was wondering if I'd get lucky when she woke up.
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LOL...
Aww, what a sweet man you are. Until the very last line, the emphasis was on "sweet". With the last line, it shifted to "man".
I couldn't have said it any better than mary p.!!!!!
Do you know Aaron personally?
('Scuse us, Aaron, while we indulge in some girl-talk in the corner.)
Debbie:
Nope! No need to know him personally to comment on that post, though: he was being such a guy. (But I'll be the first to admit that I generally quite enjoy this aspect of the gender!)
I do know Aaron, and what he said in his blog is just soooo Aaron! He has an angel sitting on one shoulder and a tiny little devil on the other.
Kinda funny to see you two Canadian women talk about me this way. I'll just hang out and see what y'all have to say.
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