the lack of sleep, the sore nipples, the headache from you crying, the bruise from where I tripped carrying the stroller upstairs, the unshaven legs because it is not the priority it used to be, the suffering friendships, the mommy brain... it is all a privilege, all of it.
Thank you Riley for choosing me to be your mommy.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment