Love

I laid wide awake in my bed this morning, in part because I was well-rested after a certain baby just gave me 8 glorious hours of uninterrupted sleep, and in part because I was worrying over whether said baby was still alive.

I listened to a familiar conversation between my husband and son as Isaiah prepared to leave for work.

Isaiah: Am I forgetting anything?
Evan: Hugs!!

Then Evan ran to his daddy and they gave each other the biggest hug ever. It's their tradition.

If our family does anything right, it's that we love each other.

He's not gonna like that I put this picture here.

Brothers who help each other go potty...