I have carried a baby in my body. I have comforted a baby on my chest. I have kissed booboos, been puked, been peed and pooped on. I woke up to a hungry baby, and stayed up all night to a sick baby. But I wouldn't
have it any other way. My body isn't magazine perfect anymore. But when I look into a mirror, I see a MOM, and there is no greater honor or blessing! Repost this on your blog if you're proud to be a MOM!