School concerts.
Braided hair that looked terrible no matter how many tutorials I watched.
And questions.
Grace was seven when she asked, “Daddy, does Mommy ever think about us?”
I told her the only honest thing I could.
“I don’t know what she thinks, baby. But I know what I think about every morning.” Infantcare essentials
“What?”
“That you and Lily are the best thing I ever did.”
Whenever they struggled, I would remind them, “You were chosen this morning.”
They rolled their eyes as teenagers do.
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