Aw you’re going to make me cry. They are so precious. I’ve told people before, having a child will be the death of you, and from your ashes you will be reborn anew. You will never be the person you were before them, you’ll be so much more.
There are days I wonder what I’ve gotten into. Then there are days where I’ve never been so full of joy. You both grow together, in a dialectical entanglement, each reflecting one another, building new and exciting days, months, and years.
Every person who cares for them leaves a little part of themselves woven into the tapestry of their personality. They are there sum of our parts and hopefully more.
Aw you’re going to make me cry. They are so precious. I’ve told people before, having a child will be the death of you, and from your ashes you will be reborn anew. You will never be the person you were before them, you’ll be so much more.
There are days I wonder what I’ve gotten into. Then there are days where I’ve never been so full of joy. You both grow together, in a dialectical entanglement, each reflecting one another, building new and exciting days, months, and years.
Every person who cares for them leaves a little part of themselves woven into the tapestry of their personality. They are there sum of our parts and hopefully more.
❤️