Constant baby kisses

  Earlier this week when my dad was in town and he took them to the park, I tagged along.  After regaining my composure from being lightheaded just watching myself spin Ava (I am such a lightweight!), I snapped a couple pics.  Ava and I happened to be by ourselves near this tube and I wanted to recreate her kissy pic I took 61 weeks previous (thanks Instagram for keeping count!).

Ava's kiss face, throwback to November 2014.  Remember the hummus on her forehead?

  Some things, thankfully, never change.  As hard work and demanding as parenting can be, it is so fulfilling and rewarding.  As many "battles" over who is going to put her leggings or shoes on, how ever many times she screams "I do it!" to me, or the countless times she purposely messes up or rips apart things...I get many more kisses, hugs, giggles, smiles,  "wuv yous," and "cuddle with me at home, Mama!"  That love is the most constant and consistent throughout my days which lately have been filled with not great news.  I am so thankful for these little beings that have got me in pieces, yet also keep me whole.