Sometimes I just need a little reminder of how fortunate I am. How lucky I am to have two small people call me Mom. This Mother’s Day, instead of hoping they take care of me, I’m going to remember how amazing a gift it is that I was chosen to take care of them.
An entry from my journal dated February 25, 2009…

21 weeks and that’s all that matters
i’m having a shit time at work lately. and i’ve gotten so upset about it… like ridiculously upset. and then, with a little kick from within, i realized what a waste of time and energy that was.

how in the WORLD can i be upset over work? i am insanely grateful and BEYOND blessed to be kicked day and night by my little bean, who is now almost a pound and almost a foot long. my bean, with a strong, beating heart. proving to me every day that miracles do exist and i can’t believe my good luck that i get to experience one.

those kicks humble me because somewhere, someone thinks i am WORTHY of carrying this living miracle. that i am capable of bringing that life into this world.

i don’t care how awful my job is, i am lucky to have one. i have an amazing husband who will be an even more amazing father. i have a safe, (somewhat drafty) home, incredible friends and family and i’m 19 short weeks away (god willing) from being a mother. A MOTHER. i intend to savor every single kick and be grateful for every moment i am lucky enough to have.

that is what counts. i love you, bean. thank you for your constant reminders. i can’t wait to kiss the toes on those kicky little feet. i promise, with everything that i have, that i will be the best mother i can be to you.

Thank you, Olivia and Audrey. Thank you for everything. For being incredible. For making me a mom. I love you both to the moon and back.

My loves.

My loves.

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