That's what he said to me as we kissed goodbye this morning. In the night he swept non-slumbering Avery out of her bassinet into the living room where she finally closed her beautiful grey-blue eyes in the pink bean bag and Craig tried to close his on the couch for the next four hours, while I finally drifted off alone in our King-sized bed. Then he was up "waffling" with the kids while I caught the last few Z's of the day. That's why he "loves me anyway".
Olivia started it, but we say it a lot lately around here.
To Sweet Loly: "You kept me up ALL night and poop a million times a day, but I love you anyway"
To Hazel the "Commander": "You're scream cracks glass, and you dumped a cup full of syrup down your front and all over my pillow this morning, but I love you anyway"
To Princess Lucy: "You wake up in the very middle of the night requesting a manicure, but I love you anyway."
To Mr. Seth: "You orchestrate massive train wrecks in your bedroom using trillions of tiny pieces and then suddenly become too weak when it's time to clean up, but I love you anyway."
To Craig: "You let the kids have snacks in their room and they spread them all over the rug far and wide, but I love you anyway."