A refrigerator covered in drawings and school papers.
Rain. It means my children will giggle. And dance in it.
A quiet night at home, snuggled up with a movie.
Waking up to one (or two, or three...) kids curled up in bed with me.
Making huts under the kitchen table.
Reading stories and taking the time to point out all the colors. Over and over and over.
Finger-painting with chocolate pudding.
Singing the Itsy Bitsy Spider. And The Wheels On The Bus. Over and over and over.
Planting new flowers in the flower bed with the kids.
A kid(s) hanging on my pant leg.
Someone sneaking out of bed at night, just to come give me an extra hug.