I love

the carefree chatter of birds outside the bathroom window before sunrise

full bellies

the way Trey dances, though I'm a bit curious at who taught him to move his hips that way

that Aden wants to marry me

flip flops

rocking away on the front porch

waking to the alarm and realizing the alarm is the first sound I heard since snuggling into bed

Trey's crooked-tooth smile

my growing stockpile of supplies for home improvement staycation week

cooking

taking pictures

that Aden speaks to inanimate objects and expects them to speak back in a unique voice supplied by his Mama

practicing my pretty spectacular British accent while playing Peppa Pig with the boys

God's nearly-audible whispers of love

singing

remembering my childhood

the smell of laundry right out of the dryer

Aden's blue eyes and monkey lips

that neither of my children is capable of sneaking up on me, as they stomp everywhere they go

those few moments when the house is actually clean

when my Mama lets me taste-test her new recipes

being at church, any day, anytime

organizing

being outside after dinner

how, when telling a story about someone at his school, Trey first grabs his yearbook to show us the person

telling the story to each boy of how each boy was born

the brilliant, practically glowing shade of green in early spring

how excited Brandon gets over food

praying for my boys to become strong and courageous

playing catch

wrapping one boy in each arm and saying, "What have I got?", to be answered in unison, "Two boysh" (the h is supposed to be there)

coupons

my car

productive days...or non-productive days when I make it through without yelling at someone

wrinkle releaser

when I get to spout out scripture to defend a point

my George Foreman grill

hearing "thank you"

watching a good choice as it happens

the way all three of my guys look as we head out the door on Sunday mornings

blessed beyond measure indeed

"God...richly provides us with everything for our enjoyment."
1 Timothy 6:17