Dear children,

Dear my 4 children,

I love you. I miss out on a lot. I could do better. But my eyes work. And my ears work. I love to listen to you play outside. I can tell what you are doing. It makes me so happy to see you work and play together. I love the giggles from little Mark as he plays on the swingset. I can just picture his chubby thighs running. I love that the big kids swing and swing and swing. Looks like we might need to pour some more cement to ancher it!
I know you are growing faster than I'm getting better, but I love you. Pain changes how I show you I love you, but pain doesn't change my heart.

Love,
Rachel