Love
September 20th brought with it some of the most beautiful words I've ever heard. "Hey Charlotte, you want to stay home from work today?" Thats how my morning started at 6:30am. I've been saving my one vacation day for the day that baby Cooper #3 would make her debut into the world. She picked September 20th. It was a really long day...but I really had the easy end of the stick, I wasn't the one giving birth! Holly and Adam let me be at the birth. I didn't actually end up being in the room when Abigail was born, but very shortly after I was, and before she was 2 hours old, I was holding her. This has brought me to some serious thoughts on love.
See, Abigail isn't even 2 weeks old yet, but she is one of the most important people in my life. In fact, that whole family are beyond important/special to me. They let me do laundry every week at their house my senior year. They fed me every time I went over there. When I came back from Christmas break, I went to their house even before I went to the dorms. They made called me the day they found out they were expecting baby #3, which happened at the end of one of the worst weeks of my life, (and I do not say that flippantly), and the thought of something as precious as a new baby helped me so much. They made it a point to come to my graduation. They helped me have one of the best birthdays of my life, even though it was the first one I spent away from my family. They came to the play I was in. When I've been struggling with things at work, they are always willing to listen to me vent, and offer advice about what I should do. They feed me, all the time. They let me be at the birth of their daughter. Did I mention how much they feed me? I don't even want to know how much money they have spent feeding me. I don't eat THAT much, but I'm still an extra adult eating their groceries!
They kept thanking me, after Abigail was born. I couldn't figure it out. Why on earth should they be thanking me, when they are the ones who LET me be at the BIRTH of their daughter?? I should be the one thanking them. They are so, so, so good to me. I want to pay them back, I want to do whatever I can to show them how much their love means to me. I can't even explain how special they are to me. They are the reason I stayed in Florida. I couldn't imagine having to say goodbye to them without breaking down in tears. Lydia, Timothy, and Abigail mean the world to me. They are my favorite kids ever.
I can't figure out how to express with words how much I love them, the only way I feel like I can give a glimmer of it, is by helping, and doing things for them. That got me thinking though...shouldn't that be how our relationship with God is? He loves us SO much, and like the Coopers and me, we/I sure don't deserve even half of it. We should show our gratitude to him by our actions. Words are good, but actions are what is going prove our love. Why is it easier to tell people about how much the Coopers mean to me, than to tell people about how much God means to me? How much have I done to show God that I love Him?
I'm so thankful for Adam and Holly and their 3 adorable kids. They are so special to me, and I'm SO, SO thankful that God chose to let me be a part of their life, and family. They are just as much my family as any person on this planet with some of the same DNA as me. You know, the first day that I spent with Holly and the kids, Holly was supposed to go out, and I was going to watch the kids. She accidentally kicked something and hurt her foot pretty badly, so I stayed and watched her and the kids. She said that I could come back and do laundry whenever I needed to. I think I spent about $1.25 on laundry all year. I consider Holly to be one of my best friends in the world, and I can't imagine where I'd be without her. She builds me up, she is silly with me, she lets me be in her family, she lets me hold her baby all the time, and so much more. I get to spend Thanksgiving with them, and the rest of the extended family. I got an official invitation and everything. I can't wait.
I sincerely hope that you get to experience the kind of love that I've got. It's something I wouldn't trade for the world. To have someone love you so much, and so unconditionally is something that most people get with their biological families...but they kind of have to love you. The Coopers don't have to love me, but they do anyway. That's what true love is about. I hope you are as blessed as I am.
With love,
Charlotte
See, Abigail isn't even 2 weeks old yet, but she is one of the most important people in my life. In fact, that whole family are beyond important/special to me. They let me do laundry every week at their house my senior year. They fed me every time I went over there. When I came back from Christmas break, I went to their house even before I went to the dorms. They made called me the day they found out they were expecting baby #3, which happened at the end of one of the worst weeks of my life, (and I do not say that flippantly), and the thought of something as precious as a new baby helped me so much. They made it a point to come to my graduation. They helped me have one of the best birthdays of my life, even though it was the first one I spent away from my family. They came to the play I was in. When I've been struggling with things at work, they are always willing to listen to me vent, and offer advice about what I should do. They feed me, all the time. They let me be at the birth of their daughter. Did I mention how much they feed me? I don't even want to know how much money they have spent feeding me. I don't eat THAT much, but I'm still an extra adult eating their groceries!
They kept thanking me, after Abigail was born. I couldn't figure it out. Why on earth should they be thanking me, when they are the ones who LET me be at the BIRTH of their daughter?? I should be the one thanking them. They are so, so, so good to me. I want to pay them back, I want to do whatever I can to show them how much their love means to me. I can't even explain how special they are to me. They are the reason I stayed in Florida. I couldn't imagine having to say goodbye to them without breaking down in tears. Lydia, Timothy, and Abigail mean the world to me. They are my favorite kids ever.
I can't figure out how to express with words how much I love them, the only way I feel like I can give a glimmer of it, is by helping, and doing things for them. That got me thinking though...shouldn't that be how our relationship with God is? He loves us SO much, and like the Coopers and me, we/I sure don't deserve even half of it. We should show our gratitude to him by our actions. Words are good, but actions are what is going prove our love. Why is it easier to tell people about how much the Coopers mean to me, than to tell people about how much God means to me? How much have I done to show God that I love Him?
I'm so thankful for Adam and Holly and their 3 adorable kids. They are so special to me, and I'm SO, SO thankful that God chose to let me be a part of their life, and family. They are just as much my family as any person on this planet with some of the same DNA as me. You know, the first day that I spent with Holly and the kids, Holly was supposed to go out, and I was going to watch the kids. She accidentally kicked something and hurt her foot pretty badly, so I stayed and watched her and the kids. She said that I could come back and do laundry whenever I needed to. I think I spent about $1.25 on laundry all year. I consider Holly to be one of my best friends in the world, and I can't imagine where I'd be without her. She builds me up, she is silly with me, she lets me be in her family, she lets me hold her baby all the time, and so much more. I get to spend Thanksgiving with them, and the rest of the extended family. I got an official invitation and everything. I can't wait.
I sincerely hope that you get to experience the kind of love that I've got. It's something I wouldn't trade for the world. To have someone love you so much, and so unconditionally is something that most people get with their biological families...but they kind of have to love you. The Coopers don't have to love me, but they do anyway. That's what true love is about. I hope you are as blessed as I am.
With love,
Charlotte
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Cool thoughts! Though not quite in the exact same ways, I have definitely felt loved and adopted by BOTH the Peelers and the Craigs, so I know something of what you mean. Excellent connection to make to God. -
Nice tribute, Charlotte. You are a blessed woman indeed, both because of your friends and because you have the sense to appreciate their worth. -
I totally love people like that. People who are so willing to open their hearts and let you in. It's such a blessing. -
:') -
There are lessons about God at every turn in life. I love how you have found one in your current situation! -
meeee toooooo -
We love you too Charlotte. -
I feel so blessed to live with you. I've really enjoyed getting to know you. You have a precious heart and you are a great writer! :) -
Wow, really? Funky! France is a crazy place.