Monday, November 2, 2015

On motherhood

I love my son.

If you told me a year ago that I would be writing those words, I would probably not wait to finish my drink before I told you to go to hell.

I thought I knew. I thought I knew it all.

Each day I learn how much I didn't know. Each day I wake up eager to hold this little guy. Each day brings something unepected: the discovery of toes, the flash of a grin.

Yes, indeed. I love my son.

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