Loves

I'm generally a glass is half empty kind of person. Today I decided to remind myself of the great loves in my life, my million and one reasons to be thankful. Grab some crackers, here comes the cheese.

I love this guy. Love how he goes to work at the crack of dawn so he can come home at 4:30 p.m. every day. Love the daddy he is -- seriously, he's, like, in another league, folks. Love how he'll help with dishes, laundry, vacuuming. Love his impersonations of anyone, anywhere. Hilarious. The guy is crazy funny. Love his photog skills. Love how he designs stuff for me when I need it. Love how he irons his own clothes. Love his coffee (NEED his coffee).

Love you, mom and dad. Love that you still laugh at each other, like this. Love that you love me unconditionally. Love that you would spend every waking moment with the kids and me if you could. Love your sacrificial hearts and sweet spirit toward all.

Love my big buddy for a zillion reasons. Love that when daddy told you we were going to Andy's tonight and asked you to get ready, you were so excited that you came running out of your room with shoes on BUT NO PANTS and yelled, "READY!!"

Love this quirky face you make (daddy calls it, "Don't you hate it when your boogers freeze?"):

And this one. Feel that sunshine on your face, sweets:

Love my little Yeebird. Love that you love me, maybe more than anyone else on the planet does. Love that you turn my face to you with your little bitty hands and smooch and smooch me. Love that your favorite thing to do is just to "wead book," just because you like to snuggle close.

There. I feel better already. Thank you, God, for my great Loves.