Posted in Home and Hearth

I love to take out my mixing bowls and measuring cups because inevitably one or more of the children will run to me and with eyes wide with anticipation ask, "What are you going to bake, Mom?"

I love to see my little guys bent over a book together all huddled on the couch or sprawled all over the floor!

I love to have thirteen-year old Buc-Fan peek around the corner and inform his tired Mother, "I put a load of laundry in the washing machine, Mom!"

I love to catch My Beloved with his hand literally in the cookie jar as he gives me that sheepish grin that declares, "Uh-oh!  You caught me!"

I love to have two-year old My Buddy climb into my lap, grab both of my cheeks in his pudgy little hands and say, "Kiss, Mommy!" as he plants a sweet, sloppy one on my face!

I love to have eight-year old Tigger bounce up to me, and, in his fast-talking, animated way, tell me about some new thing that he learning or read about that just blew his mind!

I love to see ten-year old Princess lovingly and patiently playing with or helping her younger siblings because I know that she's already on the road to being a more patient and loving mother than I am!