Focusing on the important stuff in life

She insists on wearing her Christmas pj's to school, even though she wore them the night before. 

     I don't care. 


She has a tangle the size of a quarter on the back of her head that she won't let us brush out today. 


     We'll get to it tomorrow. 


She has had cheese pizza for dinner the past 3 nights. 


     I'm not going to worry about it. 


Pizza again tomorrow night?


     Maybe. 


She blurts out she loves me as I open her car door. 

     That's what life's about. 


She stays up past her bedtime to help me draw outside. 

(pacifier found from visiting baby, it's not hers)

photo taken by Avalon

     These are the memories I will remember. 

She paints blue lipstick from her popsicle. 

     This makes her happy. 


I kiss my kids all day long....on top of their heads as they pass by me, on their shoulders when they sit on my lap or on the couch next to me, on their foreheads when they are sleeping, on their toes when we roll across the carpet giggling. Kisses, kisses, kisses. At age 3 it is all Avalon knows, and at age 7 Loudoun still accepts them as normal. So I will keep on until they tell me enough already. I can't imagine a life without kisses and hugs and squeezes and affection. And before they were born I had no idea it would be like this. It is overflowing. 


She falls asleep on my legs because 30 minutes past her bedtime sends her into cranky mode and nothing will settle her down out of her meltdown except snuggling with Mama. And it took all of 30 seconds to melt into dreamland. 

Some days I cannot believe they are mine. These little bodies, running around doing their thing and thinking their thoughts and sharing everything they go through, with ME. This is my life! These wonderful beings. Enriching me, filling me up, increasing the love in my world. And they have no idea.