A lot of people thrive on adrenaline, thrills, and those rushes that make you feel alive. I get my weekly dose of roller-coaster excitement, but my daily energy—my source of endless stamina—comes from my children.
My children, my precious little rays of sunshine. Every morning, they’re full of energy, in a great mood, and ravenous… full of great ideas to satisfy their insatiable appetites.
It’s true that we quickly become gaga over everything our children do—over what they help us discover and experience. I’m passionate about my children because they fascinate me. They fascinate me from the smallest observation to the great achievements of their young lives. The speed at which they learn, understand, and grow. The precision of their movements, their desires, and their words. They fascinate me with their intense gaze and their bursts of laughter. They fascinate me with their strength and all the love they share every day.
I’m lucky, privileged, and completely in love with my little ones. I have an exceptional family that makes me see life in a whole new light—with all the adjustments that entails and all the love it brings.
Time flies by at breakneck speed, and I soak up every moment spent with them, because it’s true that it’s precious and so healing for the soul and the spirit. A smile—that’s all it takes for the sun to peek out at breakfast.
I love my children with a pure and unconditional love. They’re beautiful, they’re smart, they’re precious. Let’s take two minutes—just to breathe the same air as them and become children again, like them, long enough to get a little dirty.
I love you, my darlings.