O.K. so you don't know how wonderful my children are yet and you have no real understanding of what they do to my heart either....I get it. Here it is then. They make my breath catch in my throat. My heart feels like confetti bursting from poppers on the Fourth of July when I smell their hair. I don't feel right when they are away. When they hurt, when they cry in my arms I feel the punch deep in my gut. They are the personification of my prayers. The God that loves me, adores them. My eyes a...
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