Geek
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These sweet kids of mine. I did nothing to deserve them. I love when their sweet, plumpy hand pats your back during a hug. I love when their little eyes become half circles when they laugh, or when they close their eyes with a belly laugh so perfect they get the hiccups. When the boy saves the pink gumballs for me, because that's my favorite color, insisting I have it even though I know it is the last one in his gumball machine. The girl carefully draws me a picture of herself and slips it under the door so I won't miss her when I am in the shower. How could I bring them into this world? The things that are scary are so scary. What happens when spotting a frog on the sidewalk or finding rainbows in the kitchen is not enough? Will I know what to do when my hug will not make the boo boos all better? They look so perfect when they sleep, I kiss their sweet smelling cheeks and I feel scared that I can't make this world as perfect as they deserve it to be...
