The Loves of my Life

I love my nephews. I ‘m beginning to think they are the loves of my life. When I walk into a room, they both shout a greeting and run to hug me. It doesn’t matter if I’ve seen them ten times that day—It’s always the same. Their faces light up, brighter than sunlight. I am humbled and overwhelmed with their love. In those precious moments of overwhelming love, I thank God for blessing me. And I wonder what did I do that was so right for me to deserve such unconditional love—such a heartwarming gift?