29 April 2005

My Babies

The weekends are usually filled with all kinds of madness and chaos. But the weekends I spend with my babies are indescribably amazing. They are so beautiful, so awe-inspring, so perfect. Such joy when my son crawls in my lap to play cars or dinosaurs. He said I was the greatest. Ahh, my precious, precious baby boy... My daughter doing special little dances to 70's tunes is just the epitome of precociousness embodied.

Right now they are sleeping, but for a few hours the world was good. I felt no pain, no sense of uselessness and ineptitude. My babies smile and suddenly I remember what living feels like.

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