Love is being the last one to always sit down at the dinner table because you are constantly serving your adorable husband and precious children all the things they need to enjoy a hot meal, yours is usually cold by the time you take your first bite.
Love is praying for Angels to camp around your son's bed at night so that he won't be scared of monsters in his closet and then printing out pictures of them so he can tape them to his wall even though you want so badly to crawl in bed yourself.
Love is the smile that comes over your heart when your middle child peeks out of his room early in the morning and sees you having quiet time and whispers "dood morning mommy, time get dup yet?"
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