Until I was a mother, I had no idea that...feeling a life dance and hiccup inside of me could be so earth shatteringly amazing.
meeting my baby would be so humbling.
the smells of a freshly bathed or happily sweaty child are equally sweeter than any scent on the planet.
holding my child's tiny, warm hand squeezing mine ever so slightly would make me float across the street.
I would want to devour a naked, wrinkled little bum.
a belly button on a pooching out little belly would warrant so many kisses.
fat thighs were so delectably adorable.
the sounds of a child's laughter cannot be too loud or too frequent.
love could be totally unconditional.
my husband could be so amazing.
my responsibility was so great.
kissing toes was such a feast.
stroking the hair and feeling the rise and fall of breath of a sleeping child was so hypnotic.
I would wake up three times a night just to ensure my baby is sleeping soundly.
my mom and dad worked so hard and sacrificed so much.
I would feel grace.
time would hasten its pace.
I could be so unwaveringly content.
I was maternal and giving and loving afterall.
