Love is enduring hours of back labor and an unscheduled c-section and forgetting all about the pain when you finally lay eyes on your first born.
Love is deciding to do it all over again.
Love is missing those little buggers when you can finally pee in peace.
Love is not getting grossed out by poop, vomit, and snot.
Love is watching your children laugh together.
Love is wanting to take away their pain.
Love is hating yourself for yelling.
Love is seeing yourself in your child's eyes.
Love is reading the same book. Over. And over. And over.
Love is pretending to eat the same cake. Again. And again. And again.
Love is knowing they'll always need you.
Love is often impatient and unkind.
Love is going overboard at Christmas when you swore you wouldn't.
Love is making sure they get the very best.
Love is unconditional.
Love is sticking to your morals.
Love is sleepless nights.
Love is wanting to make each birthday better than the last.
Love is spending hours assembling a toy car.
Love is gray hairs and under eye circles.
Love is kissing every boo boo.
Love is wiping away every tear.
Love is wanting to be their hero.
Love is watching them grow and wishing time could slow down, just for a moment.