It breaks my heart that I don't see my daughters every day, don't get to hug them and brush their hair.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My happy place is holding my daughter and my husband in the same hug. It really is. I'm getting emotional just thinking about it. I consider it such a privilege, and I know that I'm lucky. I never want to take it for granted.
It breaks my heart that my father never knew my children. He should have been around for another 25 years.
I worry that my daughters are too taken care of.
I love seeing my mom and my daughter embrace their natural hair. I'm glad I've embraced it, too.
It's the sweetest thing to be a parent of a daughter. When they hit their twenties, they become these lovebugs that come back. It's just so sweet.
My heart was broken when I realized my daughter had a problem. I pray every day for her.
My life now is about my heart going pitter-patter for my children.
I love my son, but my daughter has calmed me down.
When I come home, my daughter will run to the door and give me a big hug, and everything that's happened that day just melts away.
My unhealthy affection for my second daughter has waned. Now I despise all my seven children equally.