To my growing twin roses.

I keep remembering a quote from one of my favorite movies, Juno. « I was born to be a mother, some of us are ». But I’ve learned that it isn’t always that easy nor patent to be a parent. Sometimes, you need to spend time growing your rose to really grasp the importance of it.

And boy, did I grasp the importance of my children.

What started as this crazy idea with my husband to have a child, became my joy and happiness.

What started as this murky idea of fetuses became the very core of my existence.

What started as these few kicks I felt in my tummy became the reason I wake up every morning.

My roses grew up and so did I.

My priorities changed, my life changed, and, thankfully, so did I.

To the purpose of my existence, to my perfect roses, thank you for coming into my life, thank you for brightening my days, thank you for raising me up.

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