I absolutely love children. Sometimes I'm convinced that they are the reason I am here. To learn and to love them more than anyone else can. There are so many things that I love about them. I love their little feet, their giggles, their yawns, they way they laugh so freely, how willing they are to get right back up when they fall down, their imagination, their little bellies, but there is something that I think I love the most about them. Children have this unbelievable heart that is so capable and excited to love. A child is so untainted by this world that we have filled with lies that they can just love in its purest form. How often do we find ourselves wanting so desperately to let go of the hurt and distrust we have experienced and just love? Have you ever paid attention to the way it feels when a child runs into your arms for a hug? There is nothing being held behind their emotions. No games, or unsaid messages, just love. When did we let this go? What age did we start to not trust each other enough to let love be what its suppose to be, easy.
The older we get, do we start distrusting others to truly love us, or do we stop trusting ourselves to truly love others?
