After work on Friday I hugged my girls a little longer. We played a little longer. I prayed with them a little longer.
I love these two precious beings. And I’m so thankful for the joy they bring to my life.
I love their focus and creativity.
And truth? I love that they love crafts.
I love that they look to us for approval and praise.
I love their imaginations.
And I love seeing them care for others. Even stuffed hippos need birthday cake.
I love their love for one another. Because sometimes you need to hug before your big sister goes to school.
And I love that they believe that sometimes there’s no better place to be than in their Daddy’s arms.
I love that they like sparkle. This one grabbed my sparkle shorts from my closet and said, “WOW!” and then immediately put them on.
And I love that this one thinks she might be a princess.
Because she is.
I love that this one has smoothly transitioned into the joker of our family. The one who makes us all laugh all.of.the.time.
I love the innocence.
I love each day.
And I know he does, too.