Some days I stop and take a long look at my children:
The curve of their chins, long lashes resting on soft cheeks and dark locks.
Some days they resemble the toddlers still found in photographs.
Some days my two act more mature than their combined years.
Some days I yearn for years past when they fit so snug in my lap.
Some days I hold them there, ignoring lanky limbs that dangle from the old armchair.
Some days, like this one, I simply cherish their presence.
Today they are here. And they are mine.
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