Love

As I was working at my computer this morning, I started to hear little giggles and whispers coming down the hall. "Let's scare mommy." "Yeah, monsters." Giggle, giggle, etc. I purposely kept my eyes on the computer, but out of my peripheral vision I see two little monsters creeping into the room with their hands up like claws. Then, suddenly, "Roarrrrr." Of course I acted completely scared and surprised, screamed, and that made their day as they ran out of the room giggling with glee.

I have to say, I do love my kids.

Ella: I love her "great ideas." I love her bed- head in the morning, serious lion hair. I love her huge squinty-eyed smile that she uses to get Logan to laugh. I love her excitement about learning and doing anything new.

Lincoln: I love his bashfulness. I love his comfort position when he is a little nervous or shy (finger up nose). I love his constant mimicking of anything Ella says or does. I love his big squeezes.

Logan: I love his big blue eyes. I love his huge toothless grin (I think I could fit my fist in there). I love his cuddling.

And, of course, Jeremy: I love his "funny jokes," especially when he's in the zone. I love how he makes time to play with the kids every day, no matter how tired he is. I love him. :)