daisyflowrs

I was adopted into a family of brains and money. Love was hard to get; atleast understand what my family felt about me as far as love. I realized, as I got older, that love comes in many ways. I didn't get the "I love you" and hugs. I got a new car every two years when I was older. I know, what am I saying, right? 

I have a son, a wonderful, lovable, huggable son. We give "super-comfy-hugs and kisses" all the time. It's natural to me to hug my son and tell him I love him more than anyone else in the world. He is my smile on a rainy day. All of my dreams came true when I saw him for the first time. 

I have a lot of pain and sadness. I also have a lot of sarcasm. Some of my hubs are light-hearted, research-based or simply therapy for myself. 

The saying, "home is where your heart is" tends to confuse me. My heart is my son. When he visits his dad, my heart is gone. Yes, I have food, clothing and shelter; but what good is that if you don't have your heart?