I have three children who I love very much.I bring them cool water in the eveningand sit by them until they fall asleep.I see the green night light against their earsand cry, thinking: Seashells.It is difficult for me to say more.My worst fear is that one dayI will wake up and not love them,that they will be only stock in the back. Even then,I would hold them like any wood, with both hands.