Nothing says home like spaghetti.
I had to work this morning, but this afternoon was spent with two loved and beautiful children. They brushed my hair, colored larger than life pictures of superman, collected rocks, and waded in the pool. They told me stories and erupted with giggles; asked questions; requested snuggles.
Words of affirmations are nice, but my children know love through action. They feel it when I kiss their scraped knees, when I wipe up spilled milk, when we play the 16th game of hide and seek in an hour...
...and when I cook spaghetti.