Late at night when the house is quiet, I walk into the hallway that houses the two doors to the rooms of my babies. With my ear to their door or an adjustment of their sheets, I am overwhelmed with love. I am satisfied and calm knowing that they are resting peacefully. I am even more grateful as I cross the house to crawl in bed with the warm, strong man who helped me create them.
I love my boys.
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