A precious moment.

Coming home from a temple trip tonight, I walked in the door to find Liv running towards me with open arms.
Soon after she greets me she kisses dad goodbye as he goes off to basketball.
Upstairs feeding Warner now. Liv is skipping around and around my bed.
She talks.
And talks.
She smiles.
She dances.
She finds her phone in Daddy's night stand.
"Two four Kensie, two four. Ok? Bye Love you. Click".
Looks at me and says "Dat Kensie."
Next jammies.
Then brush teeth.
Then Stories.
Then scripture.
Then songs.
"Prophet Song, and temple song, baby boats, and God".
"Just one song tonight Liv. Ok, maybe two".
She arranges her baby flamingo, her big flamingo, doll, baby, other doll, and two "blankies" nicely tucked and she is ready for songs.
Baby flamingo gets tossed over board just so she can jump out of bed and rescue her.
Then Prayers:
"Dear father,
Warner. Mom. Dad. Temple. Amen".

This is the average night for us. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for tonight I took an extra moment to look into those beautiful, pure little eyes that some how miraculously, with the help of God Jaron and I created.
The face keeps growing, changing its expressions, its words, its feelings, its texture, its length and width,
but those eyes, those eyes that first peeked out at me smothered in the goo from child birth, the eyes that excitedly said hello to a bright new world, the eyes that stare at me every day and send their love straight from one heart to another,
those eyes
they never change.
And that makes me feel happy.