I try not to overwhelm my immediate family with needless tidbits, cute photos and funny things the chickadees said through emails and phone conversations. Because, umm. I have a blog.  A private Facebook page posting needless messages.  And a public Flickr page with a new photo each day for the last three hundred and twenty-nine days.  It's not possible to be more overwhelming than that, in this digital age.

I imagine that my very-good-looking-single brother (he's looking for a smart brunette 18ish-30ish) and soon-to-be-married-without-any-children sister are being bombarded with material only slightly interesting from me, on an every day basis.  Both my sister and brother recently spent some days in our abode. I wanted to talk politics, eager for some adult conversation, they talked about kids. My kids.

"You should take a picture of that."

"Of this?"

"Yeah.  It's so cute."

"Is it?"

"Yes.  It's adorable!  He made a stocking for his stuffed animals.  That's cute."

"I guess it's cute."  He can't sleep without Baby Dog & Blue Mousie and he wanted to represent them, alongside our family stockings.  "That is cute."  I admitted, knowing that I wouldn't have paid much attention to the make-shift stockings created by my son if it wasn't for my sibling emphasizing the cuteness factor.

The love for my siblings grew these last few days at the same rate that my childrens' hearts grew in fondness of them. Speaking on behalf of my children and I, we are thankful for family that opens our eyes to the love that surrounds us never growing bored.  Of daily online updates sprinkled across the web. Now, that is a sure sign of love in this digital age.