I remember the first time I saw the profiles of my sweet daughters' faces on a fuzzy sonogram picture. I memorized and fell in love with every detail of their perfect little faces.
Now, I get to softly trace their little faces with my fingertips, and I l
There is no perfect, ideal, and cohesive road for motherhood, only the twist and turns of the “figure it out yourself” sort... Was I ever a fully-fledged person before I had my children? Why yes, of course I was… I had a life and it was a great one –...
