There aren’t words to describe

how much I love this:

and this

and this:

Holy cow do I love this little man of mine.

Something else I love?

This:

 

Even if she is in a bad mood sometimes. No-it does happen. It is just rare. And I still love her.

This:

 Even though she is covered in holiday Oreos. She is just…funny.

This:

Even though he makes me crazy sometimes. He always comes back downstairs after being  put to bed for “jus’ one more kiss….pweeeaaaassseeee.”

This:

Even though she has too much sass for her own good. She is my mini-me.

 

Now you know. I have lots of littles to love. There aren’t words to describe it.