a baby and a picture and a smooch and a blessing

Tonight while we were at our friends' house, during our usual Thursday night dinner gathering/chase all our kids around time, Brett found a picture sitting on an end table with me in it (well, I was in the picture, not the end table). And he picked it up and kissed my face in the picture, then put it down and said "mama, mama, mama" and smooched it again. It was unbearably cute and really made me feel like to him, I'm some kind of lovely hero. I want to really, actually be all the things he thinks I am. And that's why I wish every person could know the deep joy that comes with being a parent. It makes this:

totally worth it!