Why I'm Counting
Last night, as I went into Timmy's room for the second time in an hour, I was exhausted and not too thrilled to be awake. After giving him his pacifier (again) and sitting down in the rocking chair to comfort him, it hit me.
This is why I'm counting my gifts.
For the times I'm too tired to think as I stumble into his room for the umpteenth time at night. For when I'll be cleaning up puke at 3 a.m. When I have to remind my precious boy again why the dog can't sit at the table.
For the times I lose my focus, that's why I count.
This is why I'm counting my gifts.
For the times I'm too tired to think as I stumble into his room for the umpteenth time at night. For when I'll be cleaning up puke at 3 a.m. When I have to remind my precious boy again why the dog can't sit at the table.
For the times I lose my focus, that's why I count.
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