I was so tired last night, but I couldn't get to sleep. Instead, I lay awake thinking of everything I could be doing better. I worried that I'm not giving the girls enough of my time and attention, that they don't have enough fun, that in some ways they're not having the childhood I want them to have. Eventually, rest quieted my thoughts.
Then this afternoon, as Audrey and I walked hand-in-hand to pick up the girls from school, she suddenly said, "I love my life so much."
"What?" I asked, wondering what I'd heard. She repeated herself clearly.
"My life. I love my life."
And just like that, a tired mother's prayer was answered.
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