Tender - When my little milk monster, while learning to stand, falls over, and sits waiting for me, arms outstretched, till we can nestle in on the couch and nurse his ouchies away.
Tender - When my precious cookie monster falls and my husband runs faster then I do, just to pick him up and cuddle him till he feels better.
Tender - When at the end of the day we all just collapse together to snuggle and read stories, and the big boy gently rubs the little boys head and says "Kisses milk monster"
(Don't mind the mess please, it was baby led weaning dinner :D)
Tender - When my sweet almost 3 year old comes up to me and for the first time says "Mama, I love you"
Tender - When my boys remind me of the love Jesus must have for us, because my love for them is so big I don't know how it could be any bigger.
I see the tenderness in my husband eyes when he comforts our boys, and I see tenderness when my big boy so sweetly pats my little boys back with me.
Linking up over at Gypsy Mama
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