reflecting.

i often think about what i want my kids to know.
what i really want them to take from steve and i.
not the obvious,
but the details.

today, while i was thinking on these things,
i realized it boiled down to one thing,
as my kids grow older,
and enter their teen years.

i want my boys to know
that i was the first woman
to ever fall in love with them.

and i want my girls to know
that their dad was the first man
to ever fall in love with them.

maybe it's selfish.
it is what it is.

and it's my heart.