See this face …
And this one …
And this one …
Don’t forget this one …
I love each of those faces. Even on days when they lie to me, hit each other, stand on my dining room table, and spit up and poop on me at the same time. Even when they yell, argue, cry, and mumble incoherently about life not being fair. I love those faces even when all of that happens within two hours in one day and all I want to do is cry myself because it has just been one of those weeks. They are MY little faces and I love them more than anyone or anything. Well, almost anyone and anything …
That’s life.