Perfect little ears.
Perfect little noses.
Perfect tiny breaths on my neck. My children. My reflections. My gifts. My hopes and dreams and all of my love...
Their souls are just getting used to this world. It is my job to protect those souls and give them the opportunity to grow into who they want to be. I must not hinder and I will not tolerate anyone else as a hindrance. They will carry into this world what their father and I give to them. The best we can do is fill their young souls with love and hugs and tolerance and joy.
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