I wake the next morning to Ella crying. Kissing Rayah's forehead, I open my eyes and stand. I yawn as I walk down to her room, scooping my youngest daughter up and checking on the twins.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
All truly wise thoughts have been thought already thousands of times; but to make them truly ours, we must think them over again honestly, till they take root in our personal experience. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
