easter babies

sometimes you wake up in the morning and wonder what life is about and why you are still here. then you look in their eyes and see a light you've forgotten about and remember you're here for them.  They are they joy in this dreary world.  So innocent that you wish you could just put them in one of those eggs and keep them safe forever.  But then you realize you have to let them go eventually and just pray they turn out the way you taught them.  If only everything could be as interesting as a plastic easter egg.