On my mind

There is so much monotony to life, isn't there? As I'm doing the third load of laundry, loading the dishwasher again, trying to catch a nap...I think, "this all seems so familiar..." Sometimes I get caught in the monotony of things. Especially in the mundane tasks of the day. And I start to ask all those age-old universal questions to do with the purpose of life, etc. etc.
Then my Liam, in his 4.5 month-old way, folds his little body into mine when I pick him up. Then he pulls away and looks into my eyes, smiling, saying "I love you" in such a clear way that my heart fills and my chest feels like it's going to explode.
That's why we do it all. For love.