Sometimes I think about what it would be like if I could walk down the hall without tripping over someone's shoes. Or dolls. Or books. I think about how quiet it would be, how peaceful. But if it was quiet, I wouldn't hear anyone playing Magical Kingdom. And if there were no shoes in the hall, there wouldn't be any tiny feet to put in them, no loving arms to hold a baby doll, and not any giggles at the funny part of the book. Sometimes I think about if there were no dishes to do, no laundry to fold, no crumbs to sweep up. But that makes me sad, because dishes, crumbs, and laundry mean warm bodies and full tummies.
Sometimes your life doesn't turn out how you planned. Home might be different than you thought it would be. Maybe it's better. Maybe what you have now is more than you dared to dream. I guess you have to believe that there are golden roads that will lead you to your dreams. You have to be confident in your smarts, heart, and courage. You have to believe that there really is no place like home.
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Enjoy every moment...time is a gift. Sound familiar? Before you know it, you'll blink and they'll be gone...starting a family of there own, then it starts all over again and, yes, it is better than I could have imagined! Love you, mom
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