I love that I can spend part of the day snuggling a napping baby, her warm body tucked against my chest.
I love that I am (most likely) here to witness that wobbly first step, complete with wonder and bewilderment on the baby's face as she falls back to the ground.
I love that I am the one who gets Hope onto the bus in the morning, and am here to greet her when she comes home in the afternoon.
I love that I get to take them on adventures to the park, the zoo, the mall, or just a walk around the block.
I love that if I've had a particularly rough night, I can find a moment (or two) to nap the next day.
I love that if one of the girls is sick we don't have to worry about who will stay home and miss a day of work. I am the one who can provide cuddles and movies and sips of juice for an aching tummy.
I love that if an urge to bake arises, I can invite them into the kitchen with an afternoon of making a mess for the sake of goodies.
I love that if an appointment needs to be scheduled and attended, I am here and home and able to be a part of it.
I love that I get to hear the older girls when they're playing nicely together. That I get to witness some of the best of their imaginative games and make-believe.
I love that I get to listen to long-winded stories and baby coos and breathless accounts of school happenings.
I love that I am here to kiss boo-boos and shush fussiness and apply band-aids to scraped knees.
I love that I get to be home, even on the days that I don't love it.
And I always, always, love to be their Mommy.