Lest I forget

Not long ago, I received two emails within a few days of each other from a couple of women whose lives are completely different from mine. They contained the following:

Email 1: Those sweet, remarkable babies! How do you get through a day? I would be playing with them every waking minute and gazing at them in wonder as they sleep.

Email 2: Your day must be so much fun, and so satisfying.

Humbly submitted from a green, green grassland.