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Sometimes I sit and watch them running through the yard. I just can't stop from smiling and saying... "This aint that hard!" I would'nt trade a minute of this work that must get done. Because throughout the hardest times so often comes the fun. How can we call this "working" when we get to see the joy that spills out of each smiling face of our two girls and boy? I'm tired, sore, and cranky. This is very true... I just remind myself each day the importance of what I do. The time they're young goes by so fast. You blink and then they're grown. But if we do the best we can, we'll never be alone.

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