But I really know that things are different, when...................
........................I hear a song, and I think back to when I heard the Sesame Street version of it, which I even like better than the original sometimes.
.........................I make my bed in the morning, which I am really hit or miss at doing. Somehow I feel a little better about my day if I made my bed. Didn't do the dishes, laundry is Mt. Vesuvius, but I did make my bed. But I have to cover the bed with a trucks, trains, and planes comforter, because I'm still washing all the blankets and bed spreads from the stomach virus that everyone had.
.........................I feel more fulfilled watching my kids together than doing anything else. Sure there are times when I have to pry one off of the other or force an "I'm sorry" and try to get them to say it like they mean it. But those times when I can see that they are each others favorite person, and their only goal is to get a smile, I feel fulfilled. This is what I always dreamt of.
Are you going to be walking around all day singing, 1234 chickens just back from the shore. I love counting, counting to the number 4....... Gotta love Sesame Street.
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