I love that Lola's favorite stuffed animal is a naked mole rat.
I love that Eve cut Lola's hair two weeks before they were to be flower girls in a wedding and buried the evidence in the sandbox.
I love that I can get a totally tacky song (like Britney Spears' "Oops, I did it again") stuck in my rocker husband's head during his morning shower and it will stay there all day long.
I love that Lola's best dance moves are invented when she's fresh out of the bath, naked, dripping wet with screwy, towel-dried hair in front of the full length mirror.
I love to watch my six-year old run across the street to tell the neighbors about her latest accomplishment.
I love that my husband's creative streak came to light after our children were born.
I love that Lola absolutely revels in being tickled and Eve hates it more than anything.
I love to hide around the corner or upstairs and listen to my redneck husband play Barbies with my girls.
I love the way my obese cat manages to twist herself into a pretzel so she can clean every spot of herself in the sun triangle on the carpet in the morning.
I love that my dog always loves to see me and never thinks I'm mean.