Last night, Kevin had a lot of office work to do, and I dutifully left him alone. As I was sweeping for the umpteenth time that day, I heard, "RAAAAAARRR" from my husband, and "IIIEEEEE" from Peter. Then uproarious laughter from both parties. They excitedly talked, and connected for just a moment, before Kevin got back to work. It was something small, but I know meant so much to Peter.
Kaylee or Peter, (I can't remember which--give me a break, I'm a mom) said to me the other day, "I love my daddy. He's a really good daddy. I want you to always love my daddy, okay?"
The greatest gift I can give my children is to love their father with all my heart. Because of Jesus Christ--because of the Gospel which helps us grow and qualify for the happiest of blessings--the scriptures which offer personal growth and understanding--because it is not on my husband that I lean, but my Lord, as I walk uprightly beside my husband, and he does the same---I do love my children's father with all my heart, and today, hold nothing back. This is the greatest joy any mortal can experience.