A Mother’s Night

I woke up in the mid of night to find my daughter standing by the door complaining she couldn’t go to sleep. By unspoken agreement, my young son got up before dawn to give me very fresh morning kisses and cuddles.  One in the late night, one the early morning, what a pair.

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