My favourite sound is the sound of Greta and Ruby drinking. I love listening when they're chugging on whatever it is - chocolate milk, breast milk, or something in between - and they have to breathe through their noses or when they make that little "mmmmm" sound. I don't know if I adequately described that to you but I just love it. I love it even more than the sound of silence and that's saying a fair bit because right now, silence is beyond golden.
My favourite "touch" is Greta's legs. They are so smooth and silky. Her bum's not bad either :) But she has true Suderman blood in her, in that when she starts to get tickled, she freezes completely and just soaks it all in. I love that about her.
My favourite taste is victory. Parenting has its challenges these days and when I see Ruby listening the first time I tell her to do something or I see her exhibiting self control or when she says "no, thank you", "please", or "excuse me", it feels like some small victories. Hopefully there will be more in the future.
My favourite smell is still Chris' temples. But a close second is my children's temples as well. I've never actually attempted this, but I think I could probably smell my kids out of a group and maybe even tell them apart from each other. Greta's breath, Ruby's hair, Ruby's farts - oh wait, maybe not that last one - are the sweetest smells in the whole world.
I. Am. Blessed.
