"MAMA!" he yells from the bedroom window as I'm walking up the sidewalk. Then I hear squeals of delight from the kitchen and the pitter patter of her not quite so little feet as she sprints to the door to greet me.
"My babies," I say as I get down on one knee and they race into my outstretched arms. It's such an amazing feeling. There's nothing quite like it. It fills me up and I can't imagine anything else nearly as uplifting, and then...
"Mama, you have presents?"
Ah...the beginning of the end.
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