I want to visit with you about those little ones of yours. Oh, no, don’t worry, their imperfections don’t bother me at all. Their loudness and messiness, nah, I’m used to that, and, secretly think it’s endearing – at least I know my kids aren’t the only ones. I have no judgment for you, sweet friend, you have enough of that without me. I just wanted to let you know that I understand that this baby-raising business can be tricky and that maybe my words can soothe your confused soul.
To read more from this letter that I wrote to you, please go to Heart Of The Matter.
