“The first home she ever knew was right inside my belly. And it will always be me she loved first.”

- Love What Matters
- Children
“The first home she ever knew was right inside my belly. And it will always be me she loved first.”
“I teared up remembering how when I was younger, I would have been picked up and gotten mad at for crying like that, then left to cry. The cycle ends with me, for her.”
“She said, ‘I’m pregnant with a baby.’ I hugged her and then the bum-rush continued.”
“I’ll hold her little hopes and dreams. I’ll hold her in her sadness or fears. I’ll hold her up in prayer. And I’ll ALWAYS hold a place for her in the center of my heart. Because that’s what you do with your baby. You just hold ‘em every chance you get.”
“I hear it all the time. ‘Why are you always taking pictures?’ ‘Live in the moment and stop trying to take a picture.’ ‘Really? You want to take a photo?'”
“The way she looks at life after all she has been through is something I aspire to have. I am so excited to watch her grow and enjoy life.”
“It’s my turn to memorize the perfect squishiness of chubby baby faces. It’s my turn to heal boo-boos with a kiss. It’s my turn to cuddle and rock. It’s my turn for park days and playdates. It’s my turn to soak up the beautiful, exhausting, magic of motherhood while the turn is still mine.”
“No sleep, all adrenaline, high on love, low on hormones.”
“I was discouraged from ever mentioning my mother. Until 13, I didn’t even know her name. Our curiosity is not a threat; your jealousy is.”
“We did everything we could to support her biological mother. Sadly, it became clear reunification would not be possible. I remember feeling that we would adopt her, but it was not an easy path.”