This is my baby, my baby about 32 years ago. Santa had come to visit this sweet precious child, but for some reason she wasn't happy. Remind you of a story from yesterday? I don't remember why she was so unhappy, but we thought it was worth remembering with a picture. Why didn't I write the year on the image and the event that lead to her tears? She was a cutie pie in her new red flannel nightgown. There was a little nightcap that went with it...perhaps that contributed to her being so distraught. More likely the reason was because she just got up too early.
I see those tears and it still breaks my heart. It breaks my heart to see her unhappy or crying today, 32 years later. I guess I will always be her mom and she will always be my baby, just as her older brother is. They are my babies and when they hurt, I hurt. I truly hurt to the point of pain. I guess it is true that a parent is only as happy as their least happy child. With the tears and all the drama that can seem overwhelming, I will never regret being the parent to these two remarkable individuals.
Merry Christmas sweet children of mine. I love you!
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