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Cozy, dim living room, toys scattered all around. Tip tapping feet and giggles abound.
Random hugs and plastic cuisine dishes. whispering the sweetest ‘wuv ew’, with slobbery kisses.
Their little lives, so sweet and fragile, are mine to hold. They say don’t look away, don’t blink, time can’t be controlled.
I find comfort in the chaos of their imaginations. I know one day I won’t hear of pretend dragons and love’s declarations.
They are my peace, they are my comfort. They are my rainy days inside snuggled up, building blanket forts.
There will come a day when forever gone are children shows that go on for hours. We’ll just have precious memories that we get to harbor and are only ours.
I find peace in knowing that I am their safe haven, being a mother is all I’ve ever wanted. Their little lives bring so much joy, and I’m humbled my dreams were granted.
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