That didn't happen this weekend. There are 3 boys in this house, who all speak the same love language. And that language is "time". Thats right, they all want my time. The one thing I never feel I have enough of.
This one demands it by hanging on your legs, or screaming at you until you pick him up. Then all is well.
This one wont tell you directly, but you can quickly figure it out by his actions.
And this one has a way of making you feel super guilty by throwing out little hints. And he's right.
Sometimes I feel overwhelmed. I just want to get ready for the day without making Weston feel neglected. I want to read a book or blog about the things on my heart for the week without Kingston asking me for something every other minute. And sometimes (most times) I'm so spent by the end of the day, that I have nothing left to give my husband when he comes home from work.
But when I recognize that their needs are more important than my wants, the results are wonderful. I have a home full of happy, valued and loved boys who's hearts are full to love me right back.