I love my children. Every one of them I love exactly as much – no more, no less. But, each one I love so differently. It’s amazing the levels of love we have in our selves. So many emotions, so many ranges, so much room for more and more love. There’s no end to it. It’s painful to love, though. Everyone knows – love hurts. Well, loving your child beyond hurts. It is agony. It’s unbearable sometimes to love so hard. So unconditionally. So completely. To where, I could really care less about my own life any more, except where it pertains to being there for them. Sometimes I hate having these little people in my charge. I hate the burden and the heart ache. The sacrifice. The complete submission of my soul. But, I wouldn’t want it any other way.