It's The Little Things

Ok, I'm gonna attempt a little creativity here. Been stewing on this for a while and it may be really really bad, but I don't really care. Here goes:

It's The Little Things...

Snuggles first thing in the morning, burrowing your face into my neck while you work on waking up.

It's The Little Things...

Opening my eyes in the morning to your little face as close as it can get saying, "Time to wake up!"

It's The Little Things...

Reaching your arms out to me because I'm your favorite person in the world.

It's The Little Things...

Eagerly asking when it will be time to do our school time every day.

It's The Little Things...

Listening to the two of you playing together in your room, the hallway, or wherever it may be that you have settled with whatever toy you may be sharing at the moment.

It's The Little Things...

Coming to me with the same book every single day with a "Mommy, will you read to me?"

It's The Little Things...

Helping you pick out your shirts every day because you aren't quite tall enough to reach them in the closet.

It's The Little Things...

Going to the dog run together to give our giant dog some exercise. While we are there you squish all the bugs you see. What a weird little hobby

It's The Little Things...

Running through the splash pad together. Racing around each jet of water . Grabbing you and running through water while we laugh and scream.

It's The Little Things...

Pizza Night. Not the normal go out to pizza night. Pizza night where you get all the ingredients at the store, bring it back to your home, and make pizza as a family with a one year old and a 4 year old. You love it. You stir the sauce; you sprinkle the cheese; you pick out your own toppings; you ACTUALLY EAT DINNER!!!

It's The Little Things...

When you, the 4 year old takes my phone on said pizza night and insists on taking a hundred pictures of me making pizza. Most of them are blurry and have a finger in the way.

It's The Little Things...

Arguing over who gets to sit on my lap in the evenings as we settle down from our day. I wish my lap was big enough for the two of you. Always.

It's The Little Things...

I love you. Every bit of you. The cute parts and the frustrating parts. I eagerly anticipate the people you will become, and at the same time dread it completely as it will mean my babies are grown and don't need me the way you do now.

It's The Little Things...

I treasure these days filled with toy cars, books, make-believe, and silliness. I know they will pass all too soon, never to be seen again.

It's The Little Things...

You are a gift. You are a blessing. You are beautiful. You are loved