I love it when...

...my babies get old enough to play with my face, like this...


...or this...,


...to pray in their own words using the thoughts that come from their own heads, like this...,


...to pack their own suitcase for a trip, like this...,


...to make Ghirardelli brownies, like this...,


...to babysit, even if I step away for just an hour, like this...,


...to play the piano, like this...,



...to drive the 15-passenger van, like this...,


...to fix their own car, in a land far away, like this...


Raising all these kids is expensive, so I love it that my husband got old enough to join this...