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Today is my favorite kind of day, Sunday with the scent of hout our large home Lily, our precocious and confident four year old, has decided she wants to direct a play

And of course, Bjorn has kindly obliged He’s always looking out for his little sister

He stands near the ed from last Halloween On the other side of the rooet ready to run away from Bjorn

Whereas Bjorn and Lily have inherited most of their features froeneral shape of their faces – Jessica and Paul are all their mother

The seven and five year olds both have her deep brown hair, her smile, her unique combination of shyness and confidence

I stand behind the couch, watching the scene as love bubbles into burst with it

But that’s nothing new

I always feel like I’ to burst with love

When my perfect wife established her own costuuidance – pride and love swelled in me

When Bjorn was picked for the basketball team, pride and love burned

When Jessica baked us a cake that was theI’ve ever tasted, when Paul showed raest – our little cherub, three month year old Simone – made a sound that almost sounded like Mama…

On and on, tooup inside of me until I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want a family

I turn at the sound of footsteps, findingtoward me with the baby monitor in her hand She always carries it around the house – or clips it to her belt – and that causes yet even h me

My eyes rack over her body, the way the apron falls over her breasts, the voluptuousness that has only increased with time Her smile is way more confident and sassy than shy these days, but I can always see the tiny glint in her eyes, the glimmer that takes me back to those wild days on set

“How’s it going in here?” she asks quietly

Suddenly Bjorn lets out a growl and charges across the roo Paul and Jess to scatter and run around the furniture, Lily giggling and clapping her hands together

I turn back to my ith a smile on my face

“Oh, I’d say pretty much perfect”

Her smile mirrors mine as our eyes meet, as we silently rejoice in this incredible love filled life we’ve built

Ithe top of her head, feeling like the luckiest man who’s ever lived