Listening to the toy dump truck tear through the house loaded up with hot wheels, with a two year old boy pushing it from the back, his little legs moving as fast as they can go. All with a smile and a giggle.

My two year old is very playful and craves my attention.

Kissing smooth little cheeks.

Hearing "you are really good at that!" from the nurses when I helped my daughter stay calm during a blood draw. And then later hearing "My mom comforts me when I'm sad or hurt. That's how I know she cares about me." from said daughter. I'm glad she never doubts I love her.

hugging my cat after a time away