Sometimes I work too much and bring stress home. And sometimes he's defiant (or, um, asserts his independence). And she cries at night (still). My patience and cheer wane. Then I look at these sweet faces and remember what true little miracles they both are. I have such gratitude that they joined our lives. I hope I'm doing okay as their mother. It's the hardest and best job in the world.
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| He sometimes catches chickens. And sometimes tells me how very much he loves me. He is a really, really sweet little guy. |
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| The love each other. A lot. |
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| He claims to still love me after 17 years. Yes, he is crazy. And what is sweeter than a daddy with his baby girl? |
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