I'm so grateful!

Lola is chubby and sucks her thumb. Riley flops her body around the house with her weird dance moves, singing Spanish songs. There is no longer a layer of dust over everything in the house. This house is feeling more like a home. A fridge is in the kitchen now, rather than the garage. Claire has made me 7 valentine cards in the past few days and said, "because I love you" with each one. Even though Lola wakes me up at 3:30 in the morning and she stretched out my tummy, I'm overwhelmed with her preciousness and I can't help but cry half the time I talk to her and she oohs and ahs back (not boohoo cry, just tears in the eyes). The girls have taken baths and put their little kid shampoo smell in there, so that makes it feel more like ours. Little by little, it's feeling more like our home where girls dance and sing and fight and scream, rather than just a place we're staying for a little bit. I love it and I'm grateful.