LOVE

I love my nephew. 

Sometimes, when I think about how much I love him, it makes me cry.

I can't bear the idea of him ever being in pain.  It even hurts me when he's sad just because the Lakers lost.  When I'm down, all I need is to see him smile or hear him talk and it brings me back on my feet. 

I remember when he was just a few months old, he was hospitalized for several days.  One night, I stayed with him and my brother at the hospital.  In the middle of the night, his fever went up really high and the nurses had to stick needles into him.  He was screaming and crying, and as I held his tiny hands and feet, and tried to hold back my own tears, I thought, I would give my life for you.  I prayed to God to just take away his pain, and give it to me if it had to go anyone. 

When I tell people how much I love him, they always say, well, imagine if you had your own child.  Now, that's love.

The thing is how I feel for my Mr. Hilarious is love.  The deepest and most selfless love I have ever felt.  And I'm grateful for that love everyday.  I don't need to imagine how it would be if he came from me, or how much more I would love him if I actually experienced 30 hours of labor for him.  I don't need all of that to know how much I love him.  I just think of him, and I know.  I just put my hand over my heart, and I feel it.  I look at him, hear his voice and his laugh, and it reassures me that I don't need anything more.

Please pray for my Mr. Hilarious.  He's in the hospital right now, and we're just waiting to hear if there's anything wrong.  Please don't let there be anything wrong.