I’ve often thought about whether all parents are as enamored
by their children as I am with mine. If they get as much joy from them. If they
think as highly of them as I do mine. And you know what, in the end, I don’t
think so…
…and really isn’t that all that matters: no parent thinks
so. All (well most) think that they love their child so much that no one could possibly
love another more.
That’s pretty special.
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