Despite my earlier post, I do very much love having two girls so close in age. I love that I gave up the career I never thought I’d quit for a job that is a promotion indeed, though the currency of my paycheck is in tiny hugs and baby laughter. I love holding both girls at the same time so that my arms are spilling over with my small quiver and there’s hardly enough of me to go around. I love having such light in my heart when they smile at me or better yet, each other.
The truth is, I love it even when I don’t.
By the grace of God, the gummy grins and cupcake smeared smiles carry more weight than the pull-my-hair-out mommy moments. They tip the scales considerably, these smiling girls of mine.



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