I went from wondering how I'd ever give birth; (this stupid watermelon-through-a-lemon-sized-hole analogy always playing on my mind); to doing just that and more. Much more.
3 years of building up to this 3 minute eternity of non-impressiveness.
Those few indulgent minutes of pure, all encompassing warmth!
My baby is not the only one with a 6 month milestone!
Little did we know how life was about to change in just 9 days.
What do I call home? Not a place anymore. Perhaps a sentiment? An identity? A talent? A belief system?
Until I had him, I didn't know so many shades of pure unadulterated love even existed.
