They are my heart.
My three littles and the guy who gave them to me. Especially that guy. I am the luckiest and I know it everyday. Even on the days that start at 4 am (which is better than 3 for sure) and I wonder why in the heck we haven't been committed for having three littles and thinking we would get a night of 8 straight hours of sleep again...ever again.
So, I sit here watching my forever valentine dancing with his oldest daughter and serenading her (and me by proxy) with a little Frankie... then the baby gets scooped to dance with them too. I am unshowered, post morning nap (thank you Michael), spit-up on my sweater, baby bouncing, and feeling totally happy. I think that things really can't get better than this, then our song plays, and we dance as a family.
Happy Valentines Day