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I can't choose just one thing. Can I still play?
Looking at and holding my daughter for the first time in the hospital. I have never seen such an old soul in a baby's body. She looked completely at peace, like she didn't even need me. (Still acts like that, actually). It was an extraordinary moment.
Holding my son for the first time. He was the opposite of my daughter, very vulnerable.
Being loved and adored again, by the person I love most in the world.
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