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Mommy...

I never wanted children. I never imagined my life with kids. Sure, there were the "what if" conversations with my husband and the picking of "what if" names... but I never really wanted them. THEN ONE DAY... it hit me. It was almost like a spark that went off, a light that brightened and all I knew is I couldn't wait to see us as parents. We were blessed to conceive quickly and 9 months later, love like I never knew came to us.

I've been a "mommy" for about 4 and a half years now. There is no sweeter sound than hearing my son call my name. Sure, parenting is not for the weak of heart. It's tough. It's a constant worry of "am I screwing this up?, will he be okay? Why is this so hard for me and no one else?, and how did I ever love before this tiny person existed?" But man, it's worth those thoughts.

My child is my ENTIRE world. Every choice I now make in life reflects back to him and is a conscious effort because of him. My husband and I decided before we had a kid, how we would handle some things. Some we've stuck to and some we have not. But I can tell you, we always knew once a child entered, we would forever be changed. And we have been.

From the moment they placed Noah in our arms, our hearts would never be the same. But isn't that the best gift? Each step has been pretty great and just when I think I can't handle the day, something tings at my heart strings to make it all worthwhile. Seriously, we watch videos of him some nights after he goes to bed. It's that kind of love.

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