Flower Fortune- Sweetbriar: Poetry and fragrance.

My babies are growing. I think for a long time all I expected was for me to grow: I had been waiting so long and it seemed like it would never happen. They will become teenagers, and still I will be one, too. And I'm watching them grow, over and over in my mind, trying to think about how they will think and talk and what they will be passionate about. My littlest ones will be the most complex, I think. My two little girls. Because they are like me; Belle already thinks more than I ever did. And my boys, well most of their characteristics are their father's. Some of them. Maybe it is just because they are boys. I am so tired. I feel as if I'll never write a good thing again. I could sleep at any time of the day or night, I could fall asleep anywhere. I am lucky. I usually fall asleep with a child in my arms, or in the arms of a man I love. Edward still loves me. But he and Harry are better friends now. They talk about me and have secrets about me, as if I was this personal present that they wanted to keep from everyone but themselves. I am so exhausted