It feels great, but sad at the same time. I miss when they were little and we had time to go to the park more and cuddle more.
When my middle son used to hate his brother and talk to him in a Darth Vader voice, it scared me. But now that they play together I kind of miss it.
When my baby boy used to say doog instead of good, I loved it, now it’s gone and he’ll be 5 next month. And he’s correcting my speech.
I miss my babies.
As a friend from church told me, the days seem so long, but the years go by so fast.
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