Oftentimes, when I'm returning home, I think about my sons and how I can't wait to hug them. Sometimes, when I get home, they're arguing with one another and my mind flips from the endless ocean of love I was swimming in to a sink of frustration. The other day, when they were arguing, I told them both to come toward me, and then I gave them a group hug. It put a stop to the bickering and it made me feel happy. Slowly, slowly we make progress. _ Reply via email Previous
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