| It becomes clearer every day that my life has been changed by the lives of my babies. As time passes and their lives are but a misty memory for those around me, their lives have more meaning for me. I find it a little easier to sift through the significant and the non. I find other people's joys and sorrows more meaningful and understanding. And somehow, because of them, I am going down a path that is clearer and brighter and this makes me love them more and think of them more, and yet, I still regret that it is they who have changed my life, and not I who I have helped to mold theirs. |
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