Every. Single. Thing.

I love them every day.
Some days, it just overwhelms me.
Today it was Rebecca, yesterday it was her brother. Every day it is a joy to be their mother.

I love her persistence and determination.
How she will work at a task, despite failure at first attempts --- putting on her socks, a dress, opening and pouring her own milk.
The same persistence and determination that aids in getting her way long after a 'no' has been delivered.
How she remains calm within herself as she works towards something, not letting the challenges fluster her.

I love her strength and endurance.
Pedaling her tricycle up the hilly driveway, without a push, maneuvering it carefully so it will ride over every bump and crack along the way.
Running the last quarter mile of  a run alongside me. Steady, smiling.
Pushing her brother in a toy car, uphill, laughing.
Riding her scooter in her princess heels.

I love her spirit. 
Getting out of the stroller to run with me & telling him, "when you get bigger you can run with mommy too." Then kissing his knees before setting off.
Reciting lines of her favorite stories out loud as we stroll through Whole Foods - "Look out Tommy you are going to hit the floor! 'Ouch' said Tommy."
Singing made up songs about whatever she is doing or imagining doing at the moment.

I love her. Every. Single. Thing. 

I am not sure how I ended up with the privilege of being her mother. But I sure am going to cherish it.