It's the little things

I'm not easy to please. Little things are what make me happy and leave a lasting impression. My Aunt/Mother for instance. She's always been there for me for everything. She sat all night in my delivery room and rubbed my back when I was having contractions. My mother sat in the waiting room. I think.. she may have left I don't know for sure. When I had questions about my newborn son I would call my aunt and ask her.. she never once got aggravated with me. She's always been like a mother to me since my own couldn't be. Even now my aunt shows me more love than my own parents. I was born to the wrong family. Before my cousin's were born my aunt was my surrogate mother. She would take me to church and build me tents in the kitchen. She would play with me and dress me up for Halloween. After my cousin's were born, nothing changed... I had my aunt and two perfect siblings to share my life with. She's never shown a difference between the three of us.. and including me in thier life has always been my biggest treasure. My mother could only love one child at a time. My aunt loved all children, hers, and everyone else's. My aunt is truly a wonderful woman. I have always tried to be just a smidgen like her. I do see that sometimes my actions resemble her. Even tho I couldn't have gotten her good qualities through DNA, I think because she is such a wonderful person, I somehow wanted to mimic her... kind of like my sister did me. I love her still. My dad did the same thing. He's never shown a difference between my brother, sister, and I. He's not biologically my father. However outsiders would never know unless we told them. When you look at it ... I wonder... Why do people who don't nescessarily have to love me to the extent that they do.. love me more than my own biological parents? It's not like I'm a bad person. I do have bad habits like everyone else... however deep down I'm a very caring, smart, thoughtful person. It's just hard to understand... I guess because from the moment I felt Harley kick me I knew I loved this perfect being. I had never layed eyes on him.. but yet I loved him more than anything, anyone... No matter what he does, where he goes, or what happens, my love for him will never change.... How do people turn that love off? It would be impossible for me.. even if I tried... I love his boistrous laugh, his tiny hands, his hugs, his kisses, the way he tells me he missed me while he was at school, how funny he is, how thoughtful he is, how he could brighten my worst day, how I'm sure one day he'll make the biggest mark on the world. Yes I'm sure MOST parents feel this way about thier children... but Harley is special..

VERY special

*loveyabye*