Seriously, I thought it would never come. I figured I would just be riding this year out as a glorified babysitter. And then, 18 lightbulbs began to flicker, ever so slightly, and in a flash of light came on at once. Here it is MARCH and I have finally began to feel an overwhelming sense of pride, joy, and love for my 18 babies. I loved them back in August... because I had to. Now, I want to. I look at them and I smile. Instead of wanting to smack them, I want to squeeze them. Instead of want...
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