can't get enough

A few of the special things that as I parent I never seem to tire of:

~Sweet voices lifted in song.

~Peals of unreserved laughter.

~New words, carefully pronounced.

~Being called "Muver."

~"I love you Mama." "You're nice." And "I like you, Mama."

~"I'm glad you made it."

~Little toes, wrinkled from the bath, dirty from play, or thumping across the floor.

~Small yet sturdy hands nestled in mine.

~Complexity of color and depth of expression in blue and brown eyes.

~Curls and cowlicks.

~Lap-snuggles

~"I missed you!"

~Brothers playing sweetly together.

~Big hugs and sticky kisses.

~Sleeping boys, noise and motion for a moment stilled to relaxed forms, even breathing, peaceful faces.

~Sweet just-awakened smiles.