Easy question today. My little family has always been the best thing in my life.
At first, it was just me and The Hubs. For six years we just had fun together, going to movies and trying out restaurants and taking road trips whenever we wanted to hit the road. The early part of our marriage was one giant adventure.
Then our daughter was born--she hated riding in the car until she was old enough to sit in a forward-facing car seat, but after that she was a terrific traveler. She spent most of her time around adults because we took her with us wherever we went. By the time she was two, I was telling people that having a toddler was just like having a little roommate. That's the kind of kid she was.
Our son was a surprise addition to the family, a wonderful surprise. He was the easiest baby ever born--all he did was eat and sleep and smile and snuggle up with me. When he got a little older, giving him a hug and kiss at bedtime was the best part of my day. He was the very best hugger.
I always knew I wanted to be a mom, but I didn't know how much I'd enjoy being part of my family. There's really nothing I'd rather do than hang out with these people, and knowing I get to come home to them makes even the hardest days easier to get through.
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