It seems funny that the only time i've had to write recently is at three in the morning. I've tried everything. I'm exhausted but sleep won't come. Both of my boys are sound asleep next to me, one on each side. Ryder is snoring quietly.
How did I get so blessed?
How did I end up with beautiful perfect boys when others struggle so much with so many things?
It's amazing what kind of thoughts go through your head when you are this tired. It's as if someone else was peaking into my head and digging up thoughts that aren't really mine.
I feel like the most blessed person in the world.
Please God, show me how I can help those that need it.
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