I love...

...that he takes a million vitamins every single morning. That he gets up at the crack of dawn to get out the door to work before we have even thought of waking up and then after a full day comes home to make dinner, bathe the kids, clean the kitchen, put the kids to sleep, and then goes to sleep on the couch, only to do it all over again the next day. I love that he gets giddy over things like video games and football, but can still act like a full on grown up when the time calls for it. That he loves me even though I get cranky after a full week of work and still thinks I am pretty even though I can't muster the energy (or motivation) to put on real clothes, do my hair, or wear any makeup on most days. That he is the best Daddy my kids could have ever asked for, and that this makes me happier than anything else in the whole world.

...that she still prefers to sneak into my bed in the middle of the night rather than sleep in her pinker than pink bedroom. That her knees are hairy and her skin is as smooth as butter. Her freckles and her button nose and her blue eyes, and dainty ears and long piano fingers. I love that when I look at her I see myself at that age, and I remember what I was going through and I love that she doesn't have to deal with any of that. I love how excited she is about school, and new clothes, and new school supplies, and a new box of Kleenex for her room "in case her nose gets runny." That she will still let me cuddle her though she hasn't a bit of squish left on her body. That she is my princess, and even though she is a Sassy McSassypants that she loves me too!

...that all he wants at bedtime is for me to lay with him. That is still squishy in all the right parts, perfect for multiple squeezes throughout the day. That he love love LOVES his Transformers, but he also loves his small stuffed bunny/puppy/squirrel/etc. and will carry them around like little pets for days on end. That he will play quietly in his room after Dad and Natalie are asleep waiting for me to come tuck him in on my break. I love that he is a creature of habit. I love his huge eyes and small toes and round belly and smooth arms. I love that he loves me, and that he will give me a kiss whenever I ask and that he will always be a Mama's boy, no matter what. That he is my heart and soul.

...that I want to be a good mother above all else. That I am finally feeling like a "grown up." That I am finally realizing what my "style" is, things I love to look at and wear. That I try my very hardest to take care of my family and make them happy, and that I succeed more often than not. That I am hard working. That I can create things with my hands I never thought possible. I love that I am willing to try new things and projects, even if I don't always finish them. I love that I have a tendency to forget unpleasant things. That even though I may shop a lot, 98% of it was on sale. That I am becoming more comfortable with who I am, the good the bad and the ugly.