hand picked wild flowers (aka weeds) presented by tiny grubby hands
a fridge covered in drawings, pictures, & calendars
hugs whenever i ask for one, and even when i dont
picnic lunches in the yard
looks of pure love from big brown eyes
playing hookey from homeschool
freckles popping up on a tiny upturned nose after hours playing outside
1,000 "I wonder's" a day
jumping on the trampoline
and hearing "Mommy" from MY daughter. (even for the 100th time that day!)
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