Love Letter

I love my children -- what parent would say otherwise? I love to peak out the window and watch them playing outside at noon on a weekday in January. How many parents can say that? I love to see them exploring and using pile of wood, a stick, a shadow in new ways. I love to hear about the games they have invented while "doing nothing" in the backyard. I love to see their gentleness return, to hear their unsolicited "I love you's."

I love to see them carefree and calm. I see them excited and enthusiastic. I see them opinionated and sometimes angry. I don't see them as powerless, frustrated and prone to fits of rage as they used to be. I love to see them every day, all day long.