You know, for all the trouble kids can be. And for all the fighting and tantrums and plain out disobedience that they might make me deal with in a day.
There is absolutely nothing like Caleb coming up to me in my ripped jeans, oversized hoodie and unwashed hair after I've been doing laundry and picking things up all day to give me a hug and say,
"Mommy, you look pretty."
Some day, some girl is going to be one lucky lady. I'm just glad that for right now -- it gets to be me.