This morning I was playing with my two boys and sort of got caught up in the joy of motherhood. I grab Eli, snuggled him, and said, "How did I get such a good boy?"
He looked at me and said, "Because you love me!".
I couldn't think of a better answer. It hit me then that the words of my 3 year old could not have been more true; they are good because they are loved.
When we love people, we make them better. I can feel this so strongly in my house. When I am crabby and low on patience my kids seem to be the same. If I can pull myself up and "fake it til' I make it" things tend to turn around pretty quick.
How do we get good people in our lives? We love them! Its so simple, but such a hard one to master.