My children make my life better. Not by being perfect. Just by being. Pick them up. Bring them home. The world is better. All is right in my world. They are healthy. Smart. Kind. Happy. Fun. Silly. Honest. They make me know that I can make it. And how important it is to be me. To share how to make it through the hard times.
So, my son was writing the names on the gift of who it was from. And my daughter says, "does dad even know what you got?" I kid you not. And my son says, "should I even put his name on it?" Wow. How that helped me is weird. Strange. But true. Because I knew that they get it. Even if they can't put it to words yet. They see.
I love being with them.
They helped me today. Without even trying.
grace to you.
So, my son was writing the names on the gift of who it was from. And my daughter says, "does dad even know what you got?" I kid you not. And my son says, "should I even put his name on it?" Wow. How that helped me is weird. Strange. But true. Because I knew that they get it. Even if they can't put it to words yet. They see.
I love being with them.
They helped me today. Without even trying.
grace to you.
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