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I joke around sometimes with my husband that in my next life I want to come back as a dad.
But night time rolls around, the house settles, and I donโt mean it, not even a little
If I had a thousand lives to choose from, I would choose to be a mother in every single one
I would choose the cost. Iโd sacrifice my body, myself, all of me for the blessing that is being someoneโs mom.
My body is so much different, Iโve lost half my hair, my skin is stretched, my patience runs thin most days, I look different, I am so different
Different because I was able to carry in me the people I love the most in the world, I got to feel their very first kicks. I got to hold two heartbeats inside my own. I got to shelter them in warmth, grow them in silence, and be the first arms to hold them, inside and outside the womb.
What a terrible tragedy it would be to ever wish this away or wish it differently
One day Iโll be an old lady walking down the store isle looking at another young mom with a cart full of children; and I wonโt wish for another life to be someone else, or something else, Iโll wish instead to come back and live my own life all over againโฆ
I watch my baby sleep every night and wonder what did I do to deserve this incredible blessing. I have always felt โ and still continue to feel โ that Iโm the luckiest girl around ๐ฉต Cant help but thanking the universe for this wonderful life ๐ฅน
Every day Iโm thanking my past self for making all the right choices. Some of them were difficult, but they eventually turned into lots of wonderful things ๐
I LOVE newborns. I didn't realise exactly how cute they were until I got my own. Their tiny features, wrinkled foreheads and how they refuse to sleep anywhere except in the fetal position on your chest. There are very few things in life that are more special than those first weeks.
Iโm so thankful I get to enjoy every milisecond with you โ in between nappies, bags under our eyes, and the whispered conversation. In between onesies, milk spit-ups and sleepy cuddles.
Yes, just the three of us ๐ฉต my favorite things in the whole wide world.
To see is to experience the world as it is. To remember is to experience the world as it was, but to imagine -- ah, to imagine is to experience the world as it isn't and has never been, but as it might be.
On a mundane Sunday like this, I woke up only to realize how lucky I've been, how the love I wished for was all around me already. Oh, the happiness comes really easy with you ๐ฉต๐