Falling in Love

I fall in love all the time.
I fall in love daily with little things like the wisps of my children's hair, the way the sun bounces through the window, the air coming through the car window just as a really awesome song comes on. I fall in love.
With old buildings, with nostalgia, with hope for the future. It's silly, playful, sometimes tragic. But it happens every day and I don't think I'd be Mariah without it.
Today my kids and I had the best argument we've ever had. All three of them were involved. We were each arguing over who loved the other more. Of course, I told them, Mommy always wins.