Goodnight little children

I love the way they call my name when I walk in the door. The way they run up to me and throw themselves at me. They have perfect trust that I will always catch them.

I love the way they say Mommy. The enthusiasm in their voice. The little way that there face scrunches when they say it.

I love the little hops and skips. They no longer just walk or toddle. They run and skip and leap. You can see the song in their steps.

I love they way that they hug. So tight and fierce. Like few grownups still do.

I love the way they whisper good night. Just before I leave them to sleep.