How can I not be smiling?

Even when life isn't playing nice, I just look at these faces and smile. How can I not smile when they look at me with the joy of life in their eyes? As I was going through the pictures to see what kind of things I could slap on the blog for the day, I caught myself smiling just for the sake of seeing those sweet, innocent smiles staring back at me. Even on their worst days, when meltdowns come a dime a dozen and bumps and bruises just never seem to end, they still bring me joy. I thank God for them every day.

Thanks Aunt Mandy! It's a hit!

My cuddle bug still at nearing three years old.

Joy is a cardboard box and a pillow on the floor.