It's getting fresh picked flowers in the morning. Or afternoon. Or evening. And being delivered by the cutest kids.
It's about watching moments like this. Feeling your heart swell up with happiness, proudness. A smile spread across your face. These are your children.
It's about spending time out on the porch swing. Answering a million and one questions about... anything and everything. It's looking into those faces and just melting into a sweet puddle of gooey sweetness.
It's about him. Because without him, I wouldn't be a mother to these four chilren. (and I'd likely have lost my mind a long time ago without his love, support, patiences and so on..) It's about watching my family, being together ... and realizing how happy, fortnate and blessed I really am.
It's about them taking a love and interest in things that I love and value so much. It's realizing they do watch and listen much more closely than I realize.
It's all about cuteness. And having children look like you. And their Daddy. All at the same time.
It's about being Super
Man Mom. It's also realizing you don't have to be SUPER MOM, to be a good Mom. And realizing that being perfect has nothing to do with being a GOOD Mom.
It's about good days and bad days.