This morning

 This morning, I watched my babies slowly wake up.

I was the first person they reached for, their little arms wrapping around me in that sleepy, soft way.
I saw their eyes flutter open and adjust to the soft morning light, their faces still warm from sleep.
I made them breakfast while their hair stuck up in every direction, proof of a night full of dreams and adventures.

And standing there, coffee in hand, I felt it wash over me.
This is it. This is the life I once wished for.
Not perfect, not always easy, but absolutely my dream come true.

Every morning I get to be here for these moments I am living everything I ever hoped for.

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