Big Brother, Little Sister

There are some days that just feel... hard. It's hard to keep doing whatever it is that I'm supposed to be doing. It's hard to act the way I'm supposed to act, and accomplish the things I need to get done. My children get me through it. My life would not come close to good without them. They are my whole life, and my whole heart. It's not that I don't do things without them or enjoy time on my own (hello? How would I even be writing this if I didn't have a moment to myself?). I just know that, for me, I exist because of them as much as they exist because of me. My constant prayer is for them to always know their value and self worth, and that they always know how loved they are.