It's the little things, you know?
Like sometimes I will watch F as he wanders around the house. I get down to the floor and call his name. He looks over at me and his whole face lights up, then he bolts over as fast as his little legs will go and flies into my arms for a hug. He has always done this, from the moment he could toddle around. And he still does it. I love it. Love love love it. It's one of my favorite things in the whole entire world.
Something from T as well. At bedtime now he much prefers Daddy puts him to bed. We go up together, but when it comes time to sing songs he usually tells me "Just go, Mommy". I could take offense to this, but I don't. I know he just wants to spend some special time with Daddy. Also, what sweetens the deal is the super wonderful hug and a kiss I get from him before going, followed by "I love you Mommy, sweet dreams".
(And a totally non-kid related thing that I love - writing a blog post and then clicking the spell check, and nothing comes up as mis-spelled. I've always had a damn good knack for spelling!)