These are my skeletons in the closet, both figuratively and literally. Although it took us years of agony to conceive them, I would not trade the pain, anguish, money, stress, disappointment, procedures, heart-break, self-loathing, time, tears, or sadness for these two scary skeletons. These boys bring us more joy and laughter than I ever could have imagined possible!
What are your skeletons in the closet? Is anyone brave enough to share?
