"Not flesh of my flesh, nor bone of my bone, but still so miraculously my own. You grew not under my heart, but in it."
I had this saying hanging in my bedroom when I was a kid--from my mom, of course. The same saying is in our daughter's room--just waiting for her to get here. I hope it means as much to her as it meant to me when I was growing up.
Love you, mom!
Sunday, April 25, 2010
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Thanks for making me cry. :) I can't wait for you to have your little girl in your arms!
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