I love how Anders crawls down to his brothers, first thing, after waking up from a nap.
I love how he lays splayed out on his belly while taking a break from crawling and taps one foot, because he enjoys the sound.
I love his opened mouth smile and joyous clapping.
I love when Scotland snuggles up with me to read books.
I love when Scotland doesn’t know something, or wants to second check, and with a lowered voice asks “How do you say it Mom?”
I love that last night I could see and hear Tom and Scotland reading books together while I stirred the risotto.
I love when a new recipe turns out divine. Such as this one.
I love long hugs from Tom.
I love the crisp fall air.
I love when Scotland likes a book so much, he asks “Can we read it again. Right now?!”
I love how Anders smiles at me EVERYTIME I look at him.
I love when Scotland is a kind and patient playmate with his friends, as he was this morning.
I love watching Scotland swing on his belly, in the rain.
I love my job most of the time.