My girls woke me up this morning the same way they would every other regular morning. They would wake up first and then wait for me to wake up. After a certain period, a time passed without me waking up they would then try to wake me up.
On bad days I'll look at my girls and think to myself I need a break. Why can't they give me some space. Then I looked at pictures throughout the last 2 years and think to myself. Gosh, I miss them. I need a hug from them.
On good days I look at my girls and think to myself, they're so naughty but extremely beautiful and they're mind. And then I look back at all our pictures and think about all of our memories and the one thing I regret the most is not holding them as much as I could when they were still so tiny.
Most days, I look at my girls I still see two baby huskies. When I pick them up I realized they're now my size.
