I have carried a baby in my body. I have comforted a baby on my chest. I have kissed booboos, been puked, peed and pooped on. Woke up to a hungry baby and stayed up all night with a sick baby, but I wouldn't have it any other way. My body isn't magazine PERFECT, but when I look in the mirror, I see a MOM, & there is NO greater HONOR or BLESSING.
Friday, August 5, 2011
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