I wonder what it will be like someday when I have no babies to cuddle, no little hands to wash, no sparkling eyes to look at, no little bodies to throw up into the air, no make-believe to eavesdrop on, no little dollies and dress-ups and paper and crayons and brushes and anything and everything to clean up, no angel-like faces to look at while sleeping, no pure, childish laughter. It will be a sad moment when I realize that it is all gone and they are all grown up.
