The days are so long, yet the years are so very short. Some days are so hard. At the end of the day, the best parts of my day, the parts that make me smile and laugh when it's over are the parts that involved my children.
They are the ones I talk about the most, love the most and the ones that teach me how to become a more compassionate person. They teach me the beauty in enjoying the little things.
I hope one day when they become father's and realize how much we loved them that if for a split second they think "Mom and Dad had hard days." I want them to instantly know, it was all worth it. If it wasn't for them, our days would be boring.
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