I feel like when I kiss Halle's neck over and over and over and over and watch her laugh and laugh and laugh, that these have to be the best days of my life. And I mean it too.
I feel like when Ella tells me all about her new friends and forgets their names and depends on me to remind her of their names (even though I have never met them) just so she can finish a story, that there is no way that life can get better than this. And I mean it too.
I feel like when Bryce hugs a sister and then chases her down a hallway screaming and laughing, that I am so blessed. And I mean it too.
I feel like when I kiss Ella's freckles and braid her hair for school, life is so grand. And I mean it too.
I feel like when they all still call me Mama, that I am the luckiest girl in the world. I love being Mama. And I mean it too.
And when their daddy kisses me...I know that I must be God's favorite.
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You are God's favorite.
He told me.
And that is just real nice.
When I grow up, I want to be you.
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