It's in the warm, sticky, sweaty creases of my baby's neck. The folds of skin that, with no place else to go, spill over onto each other, smelling sweetly of soured milk and a few too many kisses.
It's in the curl of my toddler's white blonde hair. That no matter how many times I try to brush them down they spring to life, each beautiful curl with a mind of it's own. A perfect representation of my one-of-a-kind little boy.
It's in the soft whir of the infant swing. A place where, when I need rest, I know he is safe from the inquisitive hands of his older brother who, sometimes, loves his brother just a little bit too much.
It's in the tinny, bubbly giggle of my first-born's laugh. The kind of laugh that makes his eyes go wrinkly at the corners. The kind of laugh where he smiles so wide you can see every last tooth.
It's in the delicious smell of freshly laundered baby clothes, hung neatly in the nursery. Tiny pairs of character-laden T-shirts folded pristinely into closet drawers. Drawers that once held receiving blankets and newborn hats, now bearing storybooks and Matchbox cards.
It's in the warmth of two tiny bodies, nestled together in your bed before 8am. Lazily taking in the morning sunlight, listlessly rubbing sleepyheads from their eyes, full diapers causing their jammie pants to sag in all the wrong places.
It's in the crunched up, crushed up goldfish that adorn my carpet. That no matter how many times I vacuum them up, I still manage to find those delicious flecks of gold scattered about my house.
It's in the wet open-mouthed kisses that I'll all but one day too soon miss. The hugs of tiny little arms that wrap themselves all the way around your neck.
It's in the wince of stepping on a Lego Duplo block in the middle of the night and wanting to curse out loud so terribly at the pain shooting up your leg.
It's in the incessant "mama's" and "why's." It's in those every day teachable moments.
It's in the kind of love that envelops you and squeezes you so tight that it catches your breath and takes it away.
It's Motherhood. It's all in the details.