There are some times when the love I have for my children makes my heart hurt. I cry more than usual. I hug tighter than usual. And I take about ten million pictures of the little things. The freckles, the fingers, the scrunchy noses.
This morning was one of those times. With tears in my eyes, I followed them around with my camera. Click. Click. Click. Squeeeeze. Click. We spent our morning in our jammies eating chips and being silly. We went outside and played. We came inside and jumped off the couch pretending to be ninjas.
I am so (so, so, so, sooo) grateful.
