I love that Naomi still says "refrigalater".
I love walking into my boys' room in the morning and seeing them each standing up in their cribs, facing each other from across the room, bouncing up and down and laughing at private, unspoken jokes.
I love that the previous one means that Isaiah is sleeping in his crib all night long again.
I love when Richard walks in the front door at the end of a work day and the kids all scream and run to him full force.
I love the fence in my backyard.
I love that Naomi still says "back-e-yard".
I love the "smack...smack" of Isaiah's palms as he crawls across the kitchen floor.
I love Asher's oh-so-expressive face.
I love looking into Asher's eyes as I leave the room at the beginning of naptime and seeing happy contentment and gratitude.
I love when Isaiah says "humh?" with the perfect inflection as if he's saying "what did you say?"
I love Asher's newly acquired and frequently used evil-genius laugh.
I love naptime for the kids.
I love when Naomi is so into her pretend play that she speaks in a different voice and uses words that she doesn't understand in the wrong way.
I love a day that passes quickly because of all the fun.
I love Isaiah's sweet, clingy hugs.
I love Asher's passionate, violent hugs.
I love Naomi's gentle, hardly touching hugs.
I love Richard's make-it-all-better, tension-releasing hugs.
I love my family.
I love my life.
What do you love?