I love how much this one loves to sleep. Pretty sure that's the only thing he inherited from me. I love that he is his daddy's mini-me. I love his dimples. I love how his face lights up at the mere mention of a banana. I love how much he loves his brother and sister, especially when they get in that crib with him early in the morning and throw in every.single.toy we own.
I love this one's wit. I love how he looks over his glasses like a 90-year-old man. I love the way he tackles Reagan with a hug every afternoon when he gets off the school bus. I love that this week he decided to take his Bible to school for his book share and for the setting we wrote "Mostly Middle East, 2000 plus years ago". I love the way he reads Mo Willems books.
I love this one's smile. I love how much she needs snuggle time in the mornings. I love that the combination of her sense of humor, dramatic flare, and smart brain give me plenty of stories to share! I love the way she dances....eyes closed, hands in the air, partying like it's 1999. I love how much she loves to take care of her friends.
I love my man and our three children. I love to read, sing, exercise, talk to my mom on the phone no fewer than twice a day, praise Jesus, plan trips to Disneyworld, and eat Shells 'n Cheese. I have the best friends in the world. I am blessed.