The Magic of “I Love You More”: Embracing God’s Gift in My Children


Hello, readers. It’s Meghann here. On this early morning; when I should be sleeping, of July 26, 2025, my heart overflows with a simple ritual that’s become our family’s anthem: “I love you more.” These words, exchanged in bedtime whispers, morning hugs, or spontaneous moments throughout the day, hold a magic that’s hard to describe—a reminder of the pure, unconditional love that children bring into our lives. They’re God’s greatest gift, little miracles that teach us about grace, resilience, and joy amid the chaos. If you’ve felt the enchantment of parenthood or the wonder of a child’s love, know this post celebrates that divine spark, woven into my healing journey as a single mom.

“I love you more” started as a playful game grandma Kim started, a way to outdo each other in affection, but it’s grown into something profound. With my oldest daughters navigating their teen years and the younger ones full of boundless energy, these words affirm our bond in a world that once felt unsteady. After the storms of my life whether family, friends or marriage—the emotional distance, the broken promises, the feeling of being second to everything else—this ritual grounds us. It’s my way of showing them that love isn’t conditional or fleeting; it’s endless, expanding with every “no, I love you more” they giggle back. In those exchanges, I see the magic of children: their ability to forgive quickly, love fiercely, and find wonder in the ordinary—a scraped knee turned adventure, a rainy day into a dance party.

Children are indeed God’s gift, tiny teachers wrapped in curiosity and laughter. They’ve shown me resilience—bouncing back from absences, like when their father’s racing trips left us waiting, teaching me to fill the voids with our own joy. Their innocence contrasts my lost trust, reminding me to embrace faith anew through my theology studies, where I learned divine love mirrors a parent’s—unwavering, sacrificial. In their eyes, I see purpose: raising them alone isn’t a burden but a blessing, guiding them to value themselves beyond others’ failures. The magic lies in their hugs that heal old wounds, their questions that spark growth, their love that rebuilds what was shattered.

This “I love you more” isn’t just words; it’s a promise—to be present, to choose them daily, to honor the gift God entrusted me. In a life marked by loss, they’ve been my light, proving love’s power to mend.

Thank you for reading.

With love,

Meghann


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