Wondered today, if my children know how much love I have for them.
I look forward to hearing all of their hopes, dreams and ideas, from each one.
I hope who they run to with their fears, sorrows, and insecurities is I, so that I may comfort them.
I want to be there for every part of them, as much as they will allow.
Do they know they are my world, with nothing I adorn more than them?
My breath, my heart, my soul.
Do they know?