I love the sound of little feet running/pounding through the house.
I love the smell of baby shampoo and wet hair.
I love the feel of smooth little "bongos" just out of the tub.
I love the look on her face when I figure out what she is trying to say.
I love to hear him playing, when he thinks I'm not listening.
I love to wake them up in the morning.
I love the unanticipated hug or "I love you".
I love listening to him read, as laborious as it is at times.
I love comforting them, when no one else can.
I love their feet and hands.
I love his creative imagination.
I love how she asserts herself.
I love listening to them talk to each other through the door.
I love cuddling up to watch a movie with them on either side.
I love surprising them. The smallest things, with the right introduction, can be the biggest treasures.
I love hearing Momma.
I love how much they love my parents.
I love his coarse, think hair, that he desparately wants to spike.
I love her sense of style.
I love his smile when you mention his little crush.
I love her frustrated fuss, when things don't go just her way.
I love him for providing for us.
I love him for finding me pretty, always.
I love him for kissing our kids all the time.
I love him for thinking Maisy is the prettiest girl in the world.
I love his big strong hands.
I love how I feel in his arms.
I love knowing we are safe with him.
I love his predictability.
I love that he is so simple.
I love his silly pick-up lines.
I love the way he sticks out his tongue when he concentrates.
I love how he puts up with all my moods.I love his boyish sense of humor.
I love that he is a guys guy.
I love the way he smells, most of the time.
I love his honesty.
I love how he understands me.
I love to argue with him.
I love to talk to him too.
I love how his eyes move when he is really thinking about what I said.
I love how in their own way, they have all made me a better person.
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