Laney and Alie

I love my daughters. Being a mother is the most amazing experience of my life, and as cheesy and contrived as that sounds, its true. I love watching how my girls delight in the smallest of things. We ran into Target last night to find a new Mickey Mouse-type CD. I ended up buying them each a new container to hold their crayons. They were so excited...they told everyone in the school supply section they were getting a new box, and they told the woman in front of us in the line. I love our nightly tuck-in routine. I love how Alie races down the hallway after brushing her teeth, calling for me to pull her blankets up just under her neck and to give her kisses. Laney is a bit slower getting into bed, and after I tuck her in, cover her in kisses, turn on her nightlight, and close her door I can hear her reading to all of her stuffed animals. I love mornings in my house, just the girls and me. Sometimes its a mad dash of craziness. Other mornings, like this morning we just take our time getting dressed, stopping to look out the window to watch the trashmen, hunting for shoes and taking time to decide what to wear. I love to watch them color and I love coloring with them. Coloring takes such concentration! I love watching them hold hands and give each other kisses. I love hearing their little "I love you"s. Most of all I love our powering up, something that Carl and I invented one day...its our special little family thing. I love my little family.