The Paxmans: Love IS Motherhood . . . Motherhood IS Love

These last 5 months have been the best, most emotion-filled months I have ever—will ever—experience. There are so many things I want to remember and say to Luke—telling him of all the touching moments we’ve shared thus far; all the hopes and dreams I hold for his future; and the unconditional love that I feel for him.

My dear friend, Katey, told me how wonderful the world of blogging truly can be. She informed me that there is a feature that allows you to print your blog in book form, creating a type of journal keepsake. What a perfect way to jot down and save all the thoughts that consume my mind. And so here I go . . . AGAIN!

I imagine my first go at this since Luke was born might be a tad long as I try and wrap up 5 incredible months in one post, but have hopes that as I continue to blog on a more regular basis, the length may lessen . . . but that may be idealistic thinking. As most know, I always have A LOT to say! Anyway . . .

Luke Philip Paxman was born on October 6, 2o1o at 2:49 p.m.—he was perfectly beautiful. He continues to get more beautiful with each passing moment.

I have always loved children. At times I even thought I loved some children as my own; however, NOTHING, not even a prior love for children and hopes to have my own, could have prepared me for the overwhelming love that is motherhood.

I remember one time in church my mom spoke of Heavenly Father’s love, stating that the love of a mother is the closest thing on earth we have to experiencing that kind of perfect love ourselves. I thought I understood—could atleast imagine—that kind of eternal love. But, it wasn’t until Luke was placed in my arms, straight from Heavenly Father’s hands himself, that I truly felt exactly what my mom had described.

My heart has more than doubled in size—stretching each day to experience a new, more perfect kind of love.

Luke is the most incredible baby: each time he smiles, it’s like the first time all over again—melting my heart with its incredible warmth; his giggle is absolutely contagious and can bring even the toughest of folk to tear-filled laughter; his coos are anything but ordinary . . . sounding more like yells, screeches, gasps, and gurgles; his nose is perfect—small and button-like; his cheeks are . . . well, HUGE . . . and so very kissable; his body is chunky, yet incredibly athletic; and his eyes, my favorite feature, are beautiful—lighting up each time he sees me, letting me know he is every bit as in love with me as I am him.

I love this boy of mine. I love him more than I could ever express, more than I ever could have imagined. He is my best little bud, my sweet boy, my son.

When Luke was born, my love not only grew for him, but also for Jeff—my best friend, my eternal companion. At the very moment Luke was born, our love changed forever. We went from being lovesick young adults, to becoming parents—eternal partners. We will spend our forevers working together to create a Christ-centered family and cherishing every moment along the way.

Life is a gift. May we embrace each moment life has to offer (the good with the bad) and be grateful for the many experiences we have had/will continue to have. May we count our blessings and be grateful for eternal families . . . I know I am. Here’s to my incredible family, the one I come from and the one I am creating!