Sidenote: These baby RayBans from Target were dropped in the meat at Chipotle and I got a very very nasty eye roll from the burrito making lady. Sorry lady, she's only a toddler.
Also, I was thinking about my little family on my way home from work last night and I came to this conclusion:
Why does it feel a million times more awesome when you hear the person you love and married tell your children "I love you." Don't get me wrong, my heart still skips a beat when he tells me. Maybe it's because my husband isn't always the most vocally emotional person. And maybe it's because this little person is literally a part of you, like your heart walking around outside your body, but when Justin says "I love you" to Kayla (or somehow makes mention of loving her and Baby Hales #2 to me) my heart melts and I love him even more.
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