I wake the next morning to Ella crying. Kissing Rayah's forehead, I open my eyes and stand. I yawn as I walk down to her room, scooping my youngest daughter up and checking on the twins.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
To have more, you have to become more. Don't wish it was easier - wish you were better. For things to change, you have to change, and for things to get better, you have to get better. — Jim Rohn