Mother's Day was a good motivator for me to write another blog post. And besides, all the karma from our exciting news in the last post has started to wear off so it was time to get my fanny moving again since I know all my readers are absolutely anxious to hear what I have to say. ;)
Ahem. This is my third year celebrating as a mother, and I think I've shed over a million motherly tears during that time.
There is not a corner of our home that hasn't seen me agonize and blubber over my mistakes and faults as a mother. But apart from marriage, motherhood has been the most rewarding and beautiful (not to be confused with 'glamorous') experience I've ever had.
If the walls in our home could talk, they'd surely spill secrets that would require me to wear a bag over my head for the rest of my life. But they would also share how each night was filled with baby cuddles on the carpet, lullabies, and more kisses than I thought possible.
Though I've cried very ungracefully and bellowed out tears of heartache that filled every square inch of our apartment, I've bellowed out an equal amount of tears of happiness because sometimes I feel every part of me is going to explode with pride when I look at my two darling babies.