It’s…

It’s messy hair.

It’s exhaustion.

It’s forehead kisses.

It’s drool covered clothes.

It’s rocking the baby to sleep.

It's them waking up and doing it all again.

It’s eating dinner over the sink.

It’s endless giggles.

It’s crying for no reason.

It’s reading every book on the shelf.

It’s singing “you are my sunshine” until you run out of breath.

It’s crawling back into bed with two tiny eyes and a smile looking at you.

It’s extra snuggles.

It’s bliss.

It’s happy.

It’s everything I never knew I needed.

It’s love.

Xo.