Because of your sweetness…

I love coming home from work.

You peak through the short hallway between the kitchen and the family room. Sometimes there’s a slight smile. Sometimes there’s a look of relief (if there’s been kid battles all day). Sometimes you have a sneaky ‘when will he notice something I did around the house, to my hair, with the children’ expression on your face. Sometimes there’s a smell of some new culinary feat (often it’s cookies).

Regardless of whether your stressed, happy, excited, or tired. It’s sweet to come home to you. It’s sweet to be loved and to love you. It’s sweet to have a family with you and to be going through the fun and sometimes trying times with you.

I love you.


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