This year I am thankful for sleep piercing cries. For jelly on my couch. For the need to tiptoe after 8pm. For "one more story". For matchbox cars in my VCR. For a tantruming toddler under each arm. For runny noses wiped nonchalantly on my pant leg.
Because it means that I have them.
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