The way Kaya looks at me, smiles, and gently strokes my hair.
How she caught me crying one afternoon, and started wiping my tears away with my shirt.
When she kisses me at the top of the slide, just before going down and yelling “buh-BYE!”
How happy she was to share cookies on the kitchen floor in the middle of the afternoon for no reason.
All the kisses she gave me when she woke up from Sunday nap and I was still fast asleep.
Feeling our second sweet baby dance to the same Luke Bryan song that Kaya loves.
Having hiccups in my belly that aren’t my own.
Loving these two girls with my whole heart (which is even bigger than I ever imagined it could be).