I am alone with Bubby in the living room. Jon, having read Peanut to sleep in the bedroom has fallen asleep himself. When I’m alone with Bubby I indulge in telling her all the silly, tender things I might normally only think. As I looked at her as I held her in my arms this evening, I was struck by her realness. Her perfectness. She’s here.

And I lifted her up and kissed her scrumptious round cheeks and said,

“I grew you. Did you know? I grew you…and now here you are.”

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I never cease to be amazed by the absolute perfection of my children. I’m sure every mother feels this way.


 I am both empowered and utterly, totally humbled by the mere fact of their existence.


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