I was crying tonight over a disappointment, something I really wanted to do but wasn't going to be able to do because of lots of expenses recently and I was lying on my bed and my 9 year old daughter came and cuddled with me and gave me all the pennies in her wallet (all the money she had) and then my 6 year old daughter came and put my arm under her head and buried herself into me and then told me that wolves cry too... and they get tears... right before they howl at the moon. How could I have gotten so blessed to have the privilege of being family with these two girls.