How can their hands be so tiny, but their hearts so open?
How can they trust so freely, but hurt so easily?
How can they love so unconditionally, but cry so unstoppable?
How can I love them more every day, when I’ve loved then more then anything since the day they were born?
How can they love exploring the world, but always come back to my arms?
How can their eyes be so full of wonder and amazement, and their hearts full of love for everything?