Her day is unlike anything we can know.
Her mind can be in fifty places at once, but she hears every word you say.
She finds time when the rest of us have stopped searching.
Her very existence is devoted to the one that holds her heart in his hand, everything she does is motivated by love.
Not one of us can say we understand, not one of us can know.
If I could grant her a wish, it would be something for her and her alone, although she never sees her needs as important.
When her day ends, I often pray that she has something left for herself.
All I know is that a higher power must be hard at work because she always has enough to go around.
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