Smooches

I've had a rough morning. The kind where your kids say they hate you because you tell them it is time put their shoes on. Before you say "they don't mean it," let me assure you that they do, even if just for that brief moment. It hurts my heart.

Then I got a little reminder of why parenting is life's biggest, scariest, most wonderful roller coaster.

Amy walked into my room (where I was moping) and said, "Mommy guess yat." "I kiss you," which was followed by fruit loop slobber on my face. It was awesome!

By the way, I feel better.