Half way to 1000~gifts that never end...

492. pajamas to bathing suits to pajamas

493. watching grown nieces and nephews~who are now older than I was when I became a part of this family~make big choices, fall in love, live their own lives

494. my dad and my boys in the pool together

495. noises of kids waking up while I'm busy in the kitchen

496. dinners with my husband

497. time with my mom! catching up

498. full moons

499. beautiful breezes

500. cool summer nights

501. new babies due so soon

502. new babies just hours old

503. at the end of the day knowing he is all I need

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