I took a few minutes to watch her long eyelashes and fluffy hair, smell her milky breath and listen as she breathed deeply in and out.
I am 8 months into this being a mom thing, and I've never been more certain that this is the gig for me. Being Grace's mom is what I was meant to do. I just love being her mom.
I love being her mom...
...because I can calm her when others can't.
...when I am told how well behaved she is.
...when I hear her belly laugh over something so silly.
...because of the calluses on my hand from lugging her carseat here and there.
...when random strangers wish me a happy mother's day (because it sticks with you for many months!).
...when she reaches out to me.
...because of the arm muscles I literally never had before cradling my sweet girl day in and day out.
...when people tell me how beautiful she is.
...when I hear her say mama in her sweet baby babble.
...when someone tells me that motherhood suits me.
...just to name a few.
I am lucky to be a mom and I am the luckiest to be Grace's mom. Period, end of story.