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| This was about one year ago. It goes so fast! |
I love that Lila, at age 7, still wants me to sing to her at bedtime.
I love how Mara likes to tell me all the details of her days.
I love when Cody pats me and says "Mommy" in that reassuring way to himself and when he says, "Hugga," and squeezes me tight.
I love when Kyle says "Hugga" too - which he does.
I love squeals of delight over the simplest things like silly faces or noises, seeing construction vehicles, daddy coming home from work, saying goodnight to the moon, a favorite song or rhyme.
I love when Lila wants me to watch her dance routine.
I love the homemade & spontaneous notes of love from Lila.
I love the thoughtful help around the house from Mara when she sees I'm having a hard day.
I love that Kyle likes to tell all his plans and dreams for his life, and that he wants me to watch his new favorite tv show with him.
I love that the kids know my favorite songs and will call me in to listen to them when the songs are playing.
I love baby feet.
I love seeing who each one is growing to be - the special talents and gifts that God has given them. And how God put us together to grow us into who he made us to be.
I love how they gently encourage me in ways I need to grow.
I thank God every day for making me their mama!
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