It's love

I kissed their cheeks, first Pukey. She complained of her head hurting in her early-morning state, and I suggested removing the plastic headband she had been sleeping with all night. Next I kissed my DH and told him I loved him and thanked him for being so supportive, as I was leaving him alone with the two children, and knew he would have to travel a far far distant with the two crazy little ones. Then I kissed Poopy, who cried when I disturbed her perfectly choreographed fetal position.

As soon as I closed the door I missed them. I missed them the entire two days that I was separated from them, until they got back. I looked at their little toys, little kitchen set, little beds, and couldn't wait for them to get back. I looked at his pillow, his shoes, his dresser top and couldn't wait to hug him.

I love them. Sometimes I don't remember that, but in this moment, on this trip it was overwhelming, and even though the separation was a little painful, I was glad for it, because it reminded me once again why I wake up in the morning and make pancakes, empty the dishwasher, do the laundry in the rain, take her to the doctor, clean up the puke, wipe the poop, play the music, clean up twice a day, read scriptures together, try to be the best I can be. It's because of love.