Love times three.

I love my children. My children know it. When Brittany was little, I used to ask her, "How do you know that I love you?" Brittany would answer, "because you tell me all the time." Sometimes I think I've loved my children to annoyance.

It's been so fun for me to see Andrew as a father. He is a very hands on father and dotes on his little girl. Makayla is very much a daddy's girl (although she loves her momma too!). He's always giving her kisses and telling her he loves her, just the way I did to him.

I love the way Mark let's me serve him. He's the baby, so I think he thinks it's what he is entitled to. He's finally grown taller than me, and I get to be a "little momma". I love that he is always picking me up, and giving me his bear hugs.

I love how Brittany tries to squirm away from me when I hug her, even now. Someday she'll miss it.

I love my kids more than my own life, and to the moon and back.

My greatest blessings call me Mom.